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PRAYER CLASS, AND CAMP MEETINGS, CHOIRS,
AND CONGREGATIONAL SINGING.

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REV. w. McDonald,

or THE HAIKE CONFEREXCX. AUTHOR Or THE WESLETAN HtNSTREL,

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S. HUBBARD, Esq.,

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They sang praises with gladness, and bowed their heads and worshipped.

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BOSTON:

PUBLISHED BY JOHN P. JEWETT AND COMPANY.

CLEVELAND, OHIO:

JEWETT, PROCTOR & WORTHINGTON.

NEW YORK:

SHELDON, LAMPORT & BLAKEMAN.

1855.

PREFACE.

The object we have in view in the compilation of " The "Wesley an
Sacred Harp," is, to supply a denominational want which is felt and often
expressed^ by our preachers and people. We wish to furnish, in a convenient
form for use, a book containing a sufficient variety of tunes and hymns, for
Prayer, Class and Camp Meetings, and Congregational Singing.

The TUNES are old, and new. We have been careful in our selections to
have the sovl of music in view. Many of the tunes — not altogether new —
have never appeared in a work of this kind before. They will be sung with
great pleasure and profit.

The HYMNS are chiefly from the Methodist Thjmn Book. They are our
choice hymns, to which we have always been obliged to flee, when penny-
royals have sickened, and been cast aside. We have introduced many
hymns, not found in our Hymn Book, of a decidedly popular character, which
will be suns while God continues to bless men.

We commit the work to God, and His children, praying that all who sing
from these pages on earth, may sing the New Song in Heaven forever.

W. Mc DONALD.
S. HUBBARD.
Boston, Nov. 23, 1854.

Entered, according to Act of Congr*s?s. in the year 1854, by

W. Mc DONALD, & S. HUBBARD,

In the Clerk's OEBce of the Di.nrict Court for the DL«trict of Massachiifetta.

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Jesus loves, — Jesus loves :

He loves, he loves ; I know, I feel,
Frail as I am, he loves me still.

0 may I do his blessed will !
Jesus loves, — Jesus loves.

And then at home, at home we soon shall be

Far away, — Far away ;
From care and pain we shall be free, —

Far away, — Far away ;
There tears and death are never known,

And swiftly we are passing home
To that bright land wo call our own,

Far away, — Far away.

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And past offences pain my eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

WESLEYAN SACRED HARP.

SECOND HYMN.

1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood ;
To dwell within thy wounds; then pain
Is Sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever clos'd to all but thee !

Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for evermore.

3 How blest are they who still abide
Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side !
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.

4 What are our works but sin and death,
Till thou thy qnick'ning Spirit breathe ?
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O wond'rous grace ! O boundless love !

Deprecating the vnthdrawal of the Spirit.

Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Though I have done thee such despite ;

Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.

Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
And shaken off my guilty fears ;

And vex'd, and urged thee to depart.
For many long rebellious years.

Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all who e'er thy grace received ;

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Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved :

Yet, O ! the chief of sinners spare,
In honor of my great High Priest;

Nof in thy righteous anger swear

To' exclude me from thy people's rest.

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Why thus consign'd to woes ? T cried :
"'Tis I," the Saviour then replied,

"To save a world from sin.

3 Jesus for rebel mortals dies ?
How can it be? my soul replies:

What ! Jesus die for me ?
"Yes," saith the sufF'ring Son of God ;
"I give my life, I spill my blood,

For thee, poor soul, for thee.'*

4 Lord, since thy life thou'st freely given,
To bring my wretched soul to heav'n,

And bless me with thy love,
Then at thy feet, O God, I'll fall,
Give thee my life, my soul, my all.

To reign with thee above

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Awed by a mortal's frown, shall I
Conceal the word of God Most High ?
How then before thee shall I dare
To stand, or how thine anger bear?

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Shall I, to soothe th' unholy throng,
Soften thy truth, or smooth my tongue,
To gain earth's gilderl toys, — or flee
The cross endured, my Lord, by thee?

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What then is he whose scorn I dread?
, Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid?
A man ! an heir of death ! a slave
To sin ! a bubble on the wave !

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Since in all pain thy tender love
Will still my sure refreshment prove.

SECOND HYMN.

0 Jesus, full of truth and grace

0 all-atoning Lamb of God !

1 wait to see thy glorious face ;

1 seek redemption in thy blood.

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Thou art the anchor of my hope ;

The faithful promise I receive:
Surely thy death shall raise me up,

For thou hast died that I might live.

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Satan, with all his arts, no more.

Me from the Gospel hope can move;
I shall receive the gracious power.

And find the pearl of perfect love,

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My flesh, which cries, — It cannot be,

Shall silence keep before the Lord;
And earth, and hell, and sin shall flee

At Jesus' everlasting word.

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But fly not half so swift away :
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.

4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,!

Where groves of living pleasure grow
And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles,
Sit undisturbed upon their brow.

5 They scorn to seek our golden toys,

But spend the day, and share the night,
In numbering o'er the richer joys

That heaven prepares for their delight.

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Lo ! round the throne, a glorious band,
The saints in count-ess myriads stand ;
Of every tongue redeem'd to God,
Arrav'd in garments wash'd in blood.

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Through tribulation great they came ;
They bore the cross,despised the shame;
But now from all their labors rest,
In God's eternal glory blest.

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They see the Saviour face to face;
'J'hey sing the triumph of his grace ;
And (lay and night,with ceaseless praise,
To liim their loud hosannas raise.

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O, may we tread the sacred road
That holy saints and martyrs trod ;
Wage to the end the glorious strife,
And win, like them, a crown of life.

Zeal Implored.
O thou who all things canst control.
Chase this dread slumber from my soul;
With joy and fear, with love and awe,
Give me to keep thy perfect law.
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0 may one beam of thy blest light.
Pierce through, dispel the shade of

night ;
Touch my cold breast with heavenly

fire,
With holy, conqu'ring zeal inspire.

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For zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant.
Yet heavy is my soul and faint ;
With steps unwav'ring, undismay'd,
Give me in all thy paths to tread.

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With outstretch'd hands and streaming

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Oft I begin to grasp the prize ;

1 groan, 1 strive, I watch, I pray ;
But ah ! how soon it dies away !

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The deadly slumber soon I feel
Afresh upon my spirit steal;
Rise, Lord; stir up thy quick'ning

power,
And wake me that I sleep no more.

His everlasting arms of love.

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How do thy mercies close me round ?

For ever be thy name ador'd;
I blush in all things to abound :
The servant is above his Lord !

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Inur'd to poverty and pain,
A puflf 'ling life my Master led ;

The Son of God, the Son of Man,
He had not where to lay his head.

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But lo ! a place he hath prepared
For me, whom watchful angels keep;

Yea, he himself becomes my guard ;
He smooths my bed, and gives me
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Jesa^ protects ; my fears begone :
What can the Rock of Ages move I

Safe in thy arms I lay me down,
Thy everlasting arms of love.

Prayer for Grace and Power.
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O Spirit of the living God,

In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.

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Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word ;

Give power and unction from above.
Where'er the joyful sound is heard.

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Be darkness, at thy coming, light ;
Confusion — order, in thy path ;
Souls without strength, inspire with
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Bid mercy triumph over wrath

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Baptise the nations ; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;

The name of Jesus glorify,

Till every kindred call him Lord.

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Whose ])itying eyes thy grief discern,
Whose hand can heal thine inward smart.

3 Return, O wanderer, return,

He heard thy deep repentant sigh :
He saw thy soften'd spirit mourn,
When no intruding tear was nigh.

4 Return, O wanderer, return.
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ;
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.

5 Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe away thy falling tear ;

'Tis God who says — '• no longer mourD,"
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

6 Return, O wanderer, return,
Regain thy lost lamented rest ;
Jehovah's melting bowels yearn,
To clasp the wanderer to his breast.

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Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fully set my spirit free ;
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Thy light and easy burden prove;
The cro^s all stain'd with ha'low'd blood,

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My heart fi-om every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

And fill me with thy perfect peace.

SECOND HYMX.

Jesus, from whom all b'.e^^sings flow,
Great Builder of thy Church below ;
If now thy Sjiirit move my breast,
Hear, and fulfil thine own request.

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The few that tnily call thee Lord,
And wait thy sanctifying word,
And thee their utmost Saviour own;-
Unite and perfect them in one.

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O let them all thy mind express.
Stand forth thy chosen witnesses;
Thy power unto salvation show,
And perfect holiness below.

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IVIighty their envious foes to move,—
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All things in Christ are ready now.

Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed,

Ye restless wanderers after rest ;

Ye poor, and maim'd, and halt, and blind,

In Christ a hearty welcome find.

This is the time, no more delay !
This is the acceptable day ;
Come in this moment at his call,
And live for him who died for all.

WESLETAN SACRED HARP.

When I survey the wondrous cross

On Av'hich the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God ;
All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to his blood.
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Sorrow and love flow mingled down :
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet.

Or thorns compose so rich a crown ?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small ;
Love so amazing, so divine.

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Pttt on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem,

1 Awake, Jerusalem, awake,—

No longer in thy sins he down :
The garment of salvation take ;

Thy beauty and thy strength put on.

2 Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight,

And hides the promise from thine ejei ;
Arise, and struggle into light ;
The great Deliv'rer calls, — Arise !

3 Shake off the bands of sad despair ;

Zion, assert thy liberty ;
Look up, thy broken heart prepare,
And God shall set the captive free.

4 Vessels of mercy, sons of grace.

Be purged from every sinful stain ;
Be like your Lord, his word embrace,
Nor bear his hallow'd name in vain.

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Only by faith,

1 Lord, I despair myself to heal ;
I see my sin, but cannot feel :
I cannot, till thy Spirit blow,
And bid the' obedient waters flow.

2 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give ;
Thy gifts I only can receive ;
Here, then, to thee I all resign ;

To draw, redeem, and seal, — are thine.

3 With simple faith, on thee I call, —
My light, my life, my Lord, my all :
I wait the moving of the pool ;

I wait the word that speaks me whole.

4 Speak, gracious Lord, — my sickness cure, —
Make my infected nature pure :

Peace, righteousness, and joy impart,
And pour thyself into my neart !

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The road that leads from banishment ;
The King's highway of holiness
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
Happy day, &c.

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This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not ;
My gi'ief a burden long has been,
Because I was not sav'd from sin.
Happy day, &c.

The more I strove against its pow'r,
I felt its weight and guilt the more ;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
" Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY.'*
Happy day, &c.

Lo ! glad I come, and thou blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, whose I am ;
Nothing but sin have I to give,
Nothing but love shall I receive,
Happy day, &c.

Then will 1 tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found ;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, " Behold the way to God."
Happy day, &c.

SECOND HYMN".

1 O happy day that fix'd my choice

On thee, my Saviour and my God I
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.
Happy day, &c.

2 O hay)py bond, that seals my vows

To him who merits a'l my love ;
Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
While to that sacred shrine I move.
Happy day, &c.

3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done ;

I am my Lord's, and he is mine ;
He drew me, and 1 follow'd on,

Charm'd to confess the voice divine.
Happy day, &c.

4 Now rest, my long-divided heart ;

Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest;
Nor ever from thy Lord depart:
With him of every good possess'd.
Happy day, &c.

5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renew'd shall daily hear,
Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.
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Who from the Father's bosom came;
Who died for me, even me to' atone,
Now for my Lord and God I own.

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Which at the mercy -seat of God
For ever doth for sinners plead.
For me, even for my soul was shed.

Lord, I believe, were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
For ALL a full atonement made.

SECOKD HYMN.

Sinners, O, why so thoughtless grown?

Why in such dreadful haste to die?
Daring to leap to worlds unknown !

Heedless against thy God to fly !

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Wilt thou despise eternal fate,
Urged on by sin's delusive dreams?

Madly attempt th' inferaal gate,
And force thy passage to the flames ?

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Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet,

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When tempted, desolate, dismay'd?
Or how the hosts of hell dcA-at.

Had suff' ring saints no mercy-seat?

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There, there on eagles' wings we soar,

And sin and sense molest no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to

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While glory crowns the mercy seat

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When all is peaceful and serene,

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So peacefully he sinks to rest;

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That smile upon his wasted cheek;
They tell us of his glory nigh.

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The pilgrim on his gloomy road;
And angels are attending near.

To bear him to their bright abode.

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Whom God's own Spirit deigns to bless?

To sink into that soft repose,

Then wake to perfect happiness?

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2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,

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O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!

3 When grace has purified my heart,
Then I shall share a glorious part :
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil to cheer my head.

4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desir'd or wish'd below ;

And every hour find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.

SECOND HYMN.

1 From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise,

Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word ;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring.
In songs of praise divinely sing;
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Saviour's name.

4 In every land begin the song :
To every land the strains belong ;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.

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THE CORNER STONE.

L. M. D.
S. H.

POETRY BY MRS. E. L. EVERETT.

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Son of the deep, unquiet sea !

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And infant voices shall proclaim
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24 COMPLAINT. L. M.

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3 I deprecate that death alone,

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O save, and ^ive me to thy Son,

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1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,
Let my religious hours alone ;

Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see ;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

2 0 warm my heart with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure desire :
Come, sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill my soul with heavenly love.

3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare !
How sweet thine entertainments are !
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine !
In thee thy Father's glories shine ;
Thy glorious name shall be adored,
And every tongue confess thee Lord.

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On whom ray hopes of heaven depend ;
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That I no more revere his Name.

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! — yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away ;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

4 Till then — nor is my boasting vain —
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ;
And O, may this my glory be, —
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

WESLEYAN SACRED HARP. 27

SECOND HYMN.

From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise ;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ;
Eternal trutli attends thy word :
Thy praise shall sound from shore t-o shore
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring ;
In songs of praise divinely sing ;
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Saviour's name.
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To every land the strains belong :
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.

Soktnn Reverence.
Eternal Power, whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God :
Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds ;
Thee while the first archangel sings,
He hides his face behind his wings :
And ranks of shining thrones around
Fall worshipping, and spread the ground.
Lord, what shall earth and ashes do ?
We would adore our Maker too ;
From sin and dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High.
Earth, from afar, hath heard thy fame,
And worms have learn'd to lisp thy name; '

But O ! the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thouo;hts behind.

The Stubborn Heart.
O for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn heart away,
And thaw, with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.
The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake,
The seas can roar ; tlje mountains shake ;
Of feeling, all things show some sign.
But this unfeehng heart of mine.
To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
O Lord, an adamant would melt :
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing moves this heart of mine.
Thy judgment too, which devils fear —
Amazing thought ! — unmoved I hear ;
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine.

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All things in Christ are ready now.

3 Come all ye souls by sin oppress'd,
Ye restless wand'rers after rcbt ;

Ye poor, and maim'd, and halt, and blind,
In Christ a hearty welcome find.

4 His love is mighty to compel ;

His con qu 'ring love consent to feel;
Yield to his love's resistless jDower,
And fight ao-ainst your God no more.

5 See him set forth before your eyes,
That precious, bleeding sacrifice !
His offer 'd benefits embrace,

And freely now be saved by grace.

6 This is the time, no more delay.
This is the acceptable day ;
Come in this moment at his call,
And live for him who died for all.

WESLEYAN BACKED HARP. 29

SECOND HYMX.

1 Lord, how secure and blest are they

Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin ;
Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,
Their minds have heaven and peace within.

2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,

Made up of innocence and love :
And soft, and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move.

3 Quick as their thoughts, their joys come on,

But fly not half so swift away:
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.

4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,

Where groves of living pleasure grow;
And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles,
Sit undisturb'd upon their brow.

5 They scorn to seek earth's golden toys.

But spend the day, and share the night,
In numb'ring o'er the richer joys

That heaven prepares for their delight.

THIRD HYMN.

1 My hope, my all, my Saviour thou,
To thee, lo, now my soul I bow ;

I feel the bliss thy wounds impart,
I fiq^d thee, Saviour, in my heart.

2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way,
Protect me though my life's short day;
In all my acts may wisdom guide,
And keep me, Saviour, near thy side.

3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me ;
As I have need, my Saviour be :
And if I would from thee depart.
Then clasp me, Saviour, to thy heart.

4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour.
Save me from sin and Satan's power ;
Tear every idol from thy throne,
And reign, my Saviour, reign alone.

5 My suff'ring time shall soon be o'er.
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To sing thy praise in endless day.

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In white and spotless robes, I see,
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I'll meet those kindred souls agaia.

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Ask but in faith, it shall be done.

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2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death ;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
Bat we're defiled in every part.

3 Behold," we fall before thy face ;
Our only refuge is thy grace ;

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The leprosy lies deep within.

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Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

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Hath power sufficient to atone,

Thy blood can make us white as snow ;
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1 0 Jesus, full of truth and grace,

0 all-atoning Lamb of God,
I wait to see thy lovely face,

1 seek redemption in thy blood !

2 Thou art the anchor of my hope,

The faithful promise I receive ;
Surely thy death shall raise me up,
For thou hast died that I might live.

3 Satan with all his arts, no more

Me from the Gospel hope can move ;
I shall receive the gracious power,
And find the pearl of perfect love.

4 My flesh, which cries, " it cannot be,''

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And earth, and hell, and sin shall flee
At Jesus' everlasting word.

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Money ye need not bring, nor price,

Ye lab'ring, burden'd, sin -sick souls.
Nothing ye in exchange shall give,

Leave all you have, and are, behind ;
Frankly the gift of God receive,

Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Comfort, ye ministers of grace,

Comfort the people of your Lord ;
0 lift ye up the fallen race,

And cheer them by the Gospel word.
Go into every nation, go ;

Speak to their trembling hearts, and cry,—
Glad tidings unto all we show :

Jerusalem, thy God is nigh.

2 Hark ! in the wilderness a cry,

A voice that loudly calls, — Prepare ;
Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh,

And waits to make his entrance there.
The Lord your G d shall quickly come ;

Sinners, repent, the call obey .
Open your hearts to make him room ;

Ye desert souls, prepare the way.

3 The Lord shall clear his way through all ;

Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain ;
The vale shall rise, the mountain fall,

Crooked be straight, and rugged plain.
The glory of the Lord display'd,

Shall all mankind together view ;
And what his mouth in tr th hath said,

His own almighty hand shall do.

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Nor let me feel one vain de^!l■e,

One sinful thouglit, through all the day.
Then, to thy courts when I repair,

My soul shall rise on joyful Aving, —
The wonders of thy love declare.

And join the strains which angels sing.

SECOND HYMN.

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest;

Improve the day thy God hath blest :
Another six days' work is done ;

Another Sabbath is begun.
O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,

As grateful incense to the skies;
And draw from Chi-ist that sweet repose.

Which none but he that feels it knows.
This heavenly calm within the breast,

Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
IVhich for the Church of God remains

The end of cares, the end of pains.
In holy duties, let the day.

In holy comf«:>rts, pass away ;
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,

In hope of one that ne'er shall end.

OMNIPOTENCE. L. M. s. h. 37

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His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of his Name.

Raised on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing ;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till list'ning worlds shall join the song.

SECOND HYMN.

Jesus, where'er thy people meet,
There they behold the mercy-seat ;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found.
And every place is hallow'd ground.
For thou, within no walls confined,
Dost dwell with those of humble mind ;
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.
Great Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew ;
Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim
The sweetness of thy sa^-ing name.

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COMMUNION. L. M. X'i^I'^^^.Sl!!

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1. How sweet to leave the world awhile, And seek the presence of our Lord;

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From busy scenes we now retreat,

That we may now converse with thee ;
O Lord, behold us at thy feet,

Let this the gate of heaven be.
O, let thy glory now appear.

That we by faith may see thy face ;
And speak, that we thy voice may hear,

And let thy presence fill this place.

SECOND HYMN.

Sinners, O, why so thoughtless grown ?

Why in such dreadful haste to die ?
Daring to leap to worlds unknown !

Heedless against thy God to fly !
Wilt thou despise eternal fate,

Urged on by sin's delusive dreams ?
Madly attempt th' infernal gate.

And force thy passage to the flames ?
Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains ;

And hear the Lord of life unfold
The glories of his dying pains !

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RESURRECTION. L. M.

39

End.

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But lo ! what sudden joys we see :

Jesus, the dead, revives again !
The rising God forsakes the tomb,
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Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies.

3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell,

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Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,

And led the monster Death in chains !
Say, "Live forever, wondrous King !

Born to redeem, and strong to save ! "
Then ask the monster — " Where's thy sting ?

And Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?"

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I'M GOING HOME. L. M.

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My Father's house is built on high,
Far, far above the starry sky :
When from this earthly prison free,
That heavenly mansion mine shall be,

I'm going home, «fcc.
While here, a stranger far from home,
Affliction's waVes may round me foam ;
And, though like Lazarus, sick and poor,
My heavenly mansion is secure.

I'm going home, &c.
Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow ;
Be mine the happier lot to own,
A heavenly mansion near the throne.

I'm going home, &-€.

Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine.
All nature sink and cease to be,
That heavenly mansion stands for me.

I'm going home, &c.

SECOND HYMN.

I travel through a world of foes,

Through conflicts sore my spirit goes ;

The tempter cries I ne'er shall stand.

Nor reach fair Canaan's happy land. I'm going.

Come life, come death, come then what will.

His footsteps I will follow still,

Through dangers thick and hell's alarms,

I shall be safe in his dear arms. I'm going, &c.

Then, O my soul, arise and sing,

Yonder's my Saviour, Friend and King ;

With pleasing smiles he now looks down.

And cries, "Press on, and here's the crown.

I'm going home, &c.

" Prove faithful, then, a few more days,
Fight the good fight, and win the race,
And then thy soul with me shall reign,
Thy head a crown of glory gain." I'm going, &c.

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TILDEN. L. M. D. *

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1 What sinners vahie I resign ;

Lord 'tis enough that thou art mine :

I shall behold thy blissful face.

And stand complete in righteousness.

2 This life's a dream, an empty show ;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere
When shall I wake and find me there ?

3 O glorious hour, O blest abode ;

I shall be near, and like my God ;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ;
Then burst the bands with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's ima^e rise.

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MANSFIELD. C. M. w. Mc d.

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2 Emblem of beauteous childhood's bloom,
Emblem of its decay ;

Swiftly they leave us for the tomb ;
Wither, and pass away.

3 Why should we mourn these fading flowers,
From this low vale removed,

To bloom afresh in angel's bowers,
By them and Christ beloved ?

4 Thus severed from their parent stem,
Our babes go on before ;

That our fond hopes may follow them,
To that immortal shore.

5 There they and we, (when Christ appears,)
All washed from sin's foul stain,

Shall flourish through eternal years,
Nor die. nor weep again.

FRIENDSHIP. C. M.

Rev. W. F. Farrington.

End,

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1. Hall ! sweetest ,doarest tie that binds Our glow-ing hearts in one ; 7
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The hojiejwhen days and years are past, We all shall meet in heaven.

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What though beneath an eastern sun

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Yet still we share the blissful hope, &c.

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No lingering look, no parting sigh,

Our future meetings know :
There friendship beams from every eye,

And hope immortal grow.
This is the hope, the blissful hope, &c.

SECOND HYMN.
1

O, what has Jesus bought for me !

Before my ravished eyes,
Rivers of life divine, I see.

And trees of paradise.
This is the hope, the blissful hope, &c.

I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the glories there ;

They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.

This is the hope, the blissful hope, &c.

O, W/hat are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet

With that enraptured host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet !

This is the hope, the blissful hope, &c.

4
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,

Take life or friends away :
But let me find them all again

In that eternal day.
This is the hope, the blissful hope, &c.

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TILTON. C. iM. Double.

Arranged for this work.

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1. On Jordan's stormy banks I stand. And cast a wish-ful eye,

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Shines one eternal day ;
There God the Son for ever reigns.

And scatters night away.
No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath,

Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death.

Are fclt and feared no more.

3 When shall I reach that happy place,

And be Tor ever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,

And in his bosom rest?
Filled with delight, my raptured soul,

Would here no longer stay !
Though Jordan's waves around me roll.

Fearless I 'd launch away.

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1 . Sin-ners, the voice of God regard ; 'Tis mer-cj^ speaks to - day ;

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Like the rouj^h sea that cannot rest,

You live, devoid of peace ;
A thousand stings within your breast

Deprive your souls of ease.
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Your way is dark, and leads to death :

AVhy will you persevere ?
Can you in endless torments breathe.

Shut up in black despair?
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Why will you in the naked ways

Of sin and folly go V
In pain you travel all your days,

To reap eternal wo.
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But he that turns to God shall live.

Through his abounding grace :
His mercy will the guilt forgive,

Of those that seek his face.
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Bow to the sceptre of his word,

Renouncing every sin.
Submit to him your sovereign Lord,

And learn his will divine.

SECOND HYMN.
1

Forever here my rest shall be,

Close to thy bleeding side ;
This all my hope, and all my plea, —

For me the Saviour died.
2
My dying Saviour and my God,

Fountain for guilt and sin,
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,

And cleanse and keep me clean.

3

Wash me,and make me thus thine own ;

Wash me, and mine thou art ;
Wash me, but not my feet alone, —

My hands, my head, my heart.
4
The' atonement of thy blood apply,

Till faith to sight improve ;
Till hope in full fruition die,

And all mv soul be love.

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O when shall we meet in the air, And fly to the mountain of God !

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SECOND HYMN.

1 How tedious and tasteless the hours

When Jesus no longer I see ;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowera,

HjTv^e aU lost their sweetness to me :
The midsummer sun shines but dim,

The fields strive in vain to look gay ;
But when I am happy in him,

December's as pleasant as May.

2 His name yields the richest perfume,

And sweeter than music his voice ;
His presence disperses my gloom,

And makes all within me rejoice :
I should, were he always thus nigh,

Have nothing to wish or to fear ;
No mortal so happy as I,

My summer would last all the year.

3 Content with beholding his face,

My all to his pleasure resigned ;
No changes of season or place

Would make any change in my mind ;
While blessed with a sense of his love,

A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,

If Jesus would dwell with me there.

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine.

If thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine,

And why are my winters so long ?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky.

Thy soul-cheering presence restore : ,
Or take me to thee up on high,

Where winter and clouds are no more.

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WOODSTOCK. C. M. j. DtrroN. je.

1. O jo}^ul sound of gospel grace, Christ shall in me

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The promised land, from Pisgah's top,

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My hope is full, (0 glorious hope!)

Of immortality.

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With me, I know, I feel, thou art;

But this cannot suffice,
Unless thou plantest in my heart

A constant paradise.
5
My earth thou wat'rest from on high,

But make it all a pool :
Spring up, O "Well, 1 ever cry;

Spring up within my soul.

SECOND HYMN.
1

O Lord, another dayhas flown,

And we, a lowly band,
Are met once more before thy throne,

To bless thy fost'ring hand.

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Thy heavenly grace to each impart;

AH evil far remove ;
And shed abroad in every heart

Thine everlasting love.

3

Our souls, obedient to thy sway,

In Christian bonds unite :
Let peace and love conclude the day,

And hail the morning light.

4
Thus chasten'd, cleansed, entirely thine,

A flock by Jesus led, —
The sun of holiness shall shine

In glory on our head.

And thou wilt turn our.wand'ring feot,
And thou wilt bless our way.

Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless dav.

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Because of their rich robes unseen.
The world is not appiised.

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That rugged thorny maze ?
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Jesus, the Life, the Truth, the Way;

In whom I now believe,
As taught by thee, in faith I pray,

Expecting to receive.
Thy will by me on earth be done,

As by the powers above,
Who always see thee on thy throne,

And glory in thy love.
I ask in confidence the grace.

That I may do thy will.
As angels, who behold thy face.

And all thy words fulfil.
Surely I shall, the sinner I,

Shall serve thee without fear.
If thou my nature sanctify

In answer to my prayer.

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SECOND HYMN.
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My God, the spring of all nly joys,

The life of my delights.
The glory of my brightest days,

And comfort of my nights : —

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My dawning is begun ;
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The wings of love and arms of faith,

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WOODLAND. 0. M.

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A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,

And find repose in heaven.

3 There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driven,
When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear but heaven.

4 There faith Hfts up the tearless eye,

To brighter prospects given ;
It views the tempest passing by.
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene in heaven.

6 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given ;
There rays divine disperse the gloom ;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb,
Appears the dawn of heaven.

WESLEYAN SACRED HARP. 55

SECOND HYMN.

1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak,

Thou sovereign Lord of all,
Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak.
And raise the poor that fall.

2 When sorrows bow the spirit down,

When virtue lies distressed;
Beneath the proud oppressor's frowa,
Thou giv'st the mourner rest.

3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel,

Thou hear'st thy children's cry ;
And their best wishes to fulfil,
Thy grace is ever nigh.

4 Thy mercy never shall remove,

From men of heart sincere :
Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love,
Is join'd with holy fear.

5 My hps shall dwell upon thy praise,

And spread thy fame abroad ;
Let all the sons of Adam raise.
The honours of their God.

1 The gospel ! O, what endless charms.

Dwell in that bUssful sound ;

Its influence every fear disarms.

And spreads delight around.

2 Here pardon, life, and joy divine

In rich effusion flow,
For guilty rebels, lost in sin,
And doom'd to endless wo.

3 Th' almighty Former m the skies

Stoops to our vile abode ;
While angels view with wond'ring eyes,
And hail th' incarnate God.

4 How rich the depths of love divine !

Of bliss a boundless store !
Redeemer, let me call thee* mine, —
Thy fulness I implore.

5 On thee alone my hope relies ;

Beneath thy cross I fall ;
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my all.

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2 Let love, in one delightful stream,

Through every bosom flow ;
And union sweet, and dear esteem,

In every action glow.
Love is the golden chain that binds

The happy souls above ;
And he's an heir to heaven that finds

His bosom glow with love.

SECOND HYMN".

1 How happy every child of grace,

Who knows his sins forgiven !
This earth he cries is not my place,

I seek my place in heaven :
A country far from mortal sight.

Yet O ! by faith I see ;
The Land of rest, the saint's delight.

The heaven prepared for me.

2 O what a blessed hope is ours !

While here on earth we stay.
We more then taste the heavenly powers.

And antedate that day :
We feel the resurrection near,

Our life in Christ concealed,
And with his glorious presence here

Our earthen vessels filled.

3 O would he more of heaven bestow.

And let the vessels break ;
And let our ransomed spirits go.

To grasp the God we seek ;
In rapt'rous awe on him to gaze.

Who bought the sight for me,
And shout and wonder at his grace
" To all eternity.

58 THE CALM RETREAT. C. M.

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And all harmonious names in one,

My Saviour, — thou art mine !
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The thanks I owe thee, and the love,

A boundless, endless store,
Shall echo through the realms above,

When time shall be no more.

SECOND HYMN.

I love to steal awhile away
From every cumb'ring care,

And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.

I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear.
And all his promises to plead

Where none but God can hear.
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And future good implore, — •
And all my cares and sorrows cast

On Him whom I adore.
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Of brighter scenes in heaven ;
The prospect doth my strength renew,

While here by tempests driven.

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May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,

And lead to endless day.

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Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God.
Sure, I must fight, if I would reign ;

Increase my courage, Lord ;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain.

Supported by thy word.

Thy saints in all this glorious war,

Shall conquer, though they die ;
They see the triumph from afar.

By faith they bring it nigh.
When that illustrious day shall rise.

And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory thro' the skies,

The glory shall be thine.

SECOND HYMM.

. Thou art the Way : to thee alone,

From sin and death we flee ;
And he who would the Father seek|

Must seek him. Lord, by thee.
Thou art the Truth : thy word alone

True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,

And purify the heart.
I Thou art the Life : the rending tomb

Proclaims thy conqu'ring arm ;
And those who put their trust in thee

Nor death nor hell shall harm.
Thou art the Way,the Truth, the Life ;

Grant us that way to know —
That truth to keep, that life to win,

Whose joys eternal flow.

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PABADISE. C. M.

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2 In hope of that immortal crown

I now the cross sustain ;
-And gladly wander up and down,

And smile at toil and pain :
I suffer on my threescore years,

Till my Deliverer come ;
And wipe away his servant's tears,

And take his exile home.

3 0 what hath Jesus bought for me !

Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see.

And trees of Paradise !
I see a world of spirits bright,

Who taste the pleasures there !
They all are rob'd in spotless white.

And conqu'ring palms they bear.

4 0 what are all my suff 'rings here,

If, Lord, thou count me meet.
With that enraptur'd host to' appear.

And worship at thy feet !
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain.

Take life or friends away :
But let me find them all again,

In that eternal day.

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SECOND HYMN.

Lord I believe a rest remains.

To all thy people known ;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And thou art loved alone :
A rest where all our soul's desire

Is fix'd on things above ;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love.

O that I now the rest might know,

Believe, and enter in :
Now, Saviour, now the power bestow,

And let me cease from sin.
Remove this hardness from my heart ;

This unbelief remove :
To me the rest of faith impart, —

The Sabbath of thy love

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With milk and honey flow.

4 All o'er those wide-extended plains,

Shines one eternal day ;
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And scatters night away.

5 No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath.

Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

6 When shall I reach that happy place.

And be for ever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face.
And in his bosom rest?

7 Filled with delight, my raptured soul.

Would here no longer stay !
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
_ Fearless I 'd launch away.

8 There on those high and flowery plains.

Our spirits ne'er shall tire ;
But in perpetual, joyful strains,
Redeeming love admire.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Come, 0 thou all victorious Lord,

Thy power to us make known ;
Strike with the hammer of thy Word,
And break these hearts of stone.

2 0 that we all might now begin

Our foolishness to mourn ;
And turn at once from every sin,
And to the Saviour turn.

3 Give us ourselves and thee to know.

In this our gracious day;

Repentance unto life bestow.

And take om* sins away.

4 Convince us first of unbelief.

And fi-eely then release ;
Fill every soul with sacred grief.
And then with sacred peace.

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I trust in thy eternal word;

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3 My feet shall travel all the length

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And march, with courage in thy strength,
To see the Lord my God.

4 Awake ! awake ! my tuneful powers,

"With this delightful song;
And entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Salvation! 0, the joyful sound!

'Tis pleasure to our ears :
A sovereign balm for ev'iy wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buri'd in sorrow, and in sin,

At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise by grace divine
To see a heavenly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,

"While all the armies of the sky

Ck)nspire to raise the sound,

4 Salvation! O, thou bleeduig Lamb,

To thee the praise belongs !
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.

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2 Into tliat happy number, Lord,
Us weary sinners take ;

Jesus, fulfil thy gracious word,
For thine own mercy's sake.

3 Turn back our nature's rapid tide.
And we shall flow to thee,

While down the stream of time we glide
To our eternity.

4 The well of life to us thou art.
Of joy the swelling flood ;

Wafted by thee, with willing heart,
We swift return to God.

5 We soon shall reach the boundless sea,

Into thy fulness fall:
Be lost and swallow'd up in thee,
Our God, our All in All

SECOND HYMN.

O who, in such a world as this,
Could bear his lot of pain.

Did not one radiant hope of bliss
Unclouded yet remain ?

That hope the sov'reign Lord has
given.

Who reigns above the skies*,
Hope that unites the soul to heaven

By faith's endearing ties.

Each care, each ill of mortal birth,

Is sent in pitying love,
To lift the ling'ring heart from earth,

And speed its flight above.

And every pang that wrings the
breast.

And every joy that dies,
Tell us to seek a purer rest,

And trust to holier ties.

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Amazing pity ! grace unknown !
And love beyond degree !

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in ;
When Christ the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature's sin !

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears ;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.

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And told their portions o'er.

A meagre form, arrayed in rags,

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A half starved child had wandered there,

To beg a little food.

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See there's a vacant seat

Amid the children — and enough

For them and thee to eat."

"Alas, for me !" the child replied,

In tones of deep despair :

" No right have I amid your group,

I have no father there."

Oh hour of fate ! when from the skies

With notes of deepest dread,

The far resounding trump of God

Shall summon forth the dead.

What countless hosts shall stand without

The heavenly threshold fair.

And gazing on the blest exclaim

*'I have no father there."

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The worst need keep him out no more,

Or force him to depart.
Through grace we hearken to thy voice,

Yield to be sav'd from sin :
In sure and certain hope rejoice,

That thou wilt enter in.
Come quickly in, thou heavenly guest,

Nor ever hence remove ;
But sup with us, and let the feast

Be everlasting love.

SECOND HYMN.

With joy we meditate the grace

Of our High Priest above ;
His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.
Touch'd with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame ;
He knows what sore temptations mean,

For he hath felt the same.

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He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Pour'd out strong cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh

What every member bears.
He '11 never quench the smoking flax,

But raise it to a flame ;
The bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor scorns the meanest name.
Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and liis power ;
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace

In every trying hour.

SECOND HYMN.

Come, let us use the grace divine,

And all with one accord,
In a perpetual cov'nant join,

Ourselves to Christ the Lord.
Give up ourselves through Jesus' power ;

His name to glorify ;
And promise in this sacred hour,

For God to live and die.
The cov'nant we this moment make

Be ever kept in mind ;
We will no more our God forsake,

Or cast his words behind.
We never will throw off his fear.

Who hears our solemn vow ;
And if thou art well pleased to hear,

Come down and meet us now !

THIRD HYMN.

Jesus, united by thy grace,

And each to each endear'd.
With confidence we seek thy face.

And know our prayer is heard.
Still let us own our common Lord,

And bear thine easy yoke, —
A band of love, a threefold cord,

Which never can be broke.
Make us into one spirit drink ;

Baptize into thy name ;
And let us always kindly think,

And sweetly speak the same.
Touch'd by the loadstone of thy love,

Let all our hearts agree ;
And ever toward each other move,

And ever move toward thee.
To thee, inseparably join'd.

Let all our spirits cleave ;
O may wc all the loving mind

That was in thee receive.

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And still in Jesus' footsteps tread,

And show his praise below.
O may we ever walk in him,

And nothing know beside, —
Nothing desire, nothing esteem,

Btit Jesus' crucified.
Closer and closer let us cleave

To his beloved embrace ;
Expect his fulness to receive.

And grace to answer grace.
Partakers of the Saviour's grace,

The same in mind and heart.
Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor placei

Nor life, nor death can part.

SECOND HYMN.

O for that tendeniess of heart,
Which bows before the Lord ;

Acknowledging how just thou art,
And trembling at thy word !

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2 0 for those humble, contrite tears,

Which from repentance flow :
That consciousness of guilt, which fears
The long-suspended blow !

3 Saviour, to me, in pity give

The sensible distress ;
The pledge thou wilt, at last, receive,
And bid me die in peace :

4 Wilt from the dreadful day remove,

Before the evil come ;
My spirit hide with saints above,
My body in the tomb.

THIRD HYMX.

1 Let every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice ;
The trumpet of the gospel sounda
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls,

That feed upon the wind.
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind.

3 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die.
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

4 Rivers of love and mercy here

In a rich ocean join ;
Salvation in abundance flows.
Like floods of milk and wine.

5 The happy gates of gospel grace

Stand open night and day ;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

FOURTH HYMN".

1 How large the promise, how divine,

To Abrah'm and his seed, —
I am a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all their need.

2 The words of his unbounded love

From age to age endure ;
The Angel of the Cov'nant proves
And seals the blessing sure.

3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms.

To our great father given ;
He takes our children to his arms.
And calls them heirs of heaven.

4 O God, how faithful are thy ways !

Thy love endures the same ;
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Reflect ; thou hast a soul to save ;

Thy sins, how high they mount !
What are thy hopes beyond the grave V

How stands that dark account i
Death enters, and there's no defence,

His time there's none can tell ;
He'll in a moment call thee hence,

To heaven or down to hell.
Thy flesh, perhaps thy greatest care,

Shall crawling worms consume ;
But ah, destruction stops not there,

Sin kills beyond the tomb.

SECOND HYMN.

That awful day wiU surely come,

Th* appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,

And pass the solemn test.
Jesus, thou source of all my joys.

Thou ruler of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice

Pronounce the sound, "Depart."
The thunder of that awful word

Would so torment my ear,
'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,

With most tormenting fear.
What, to be banish'd from my Lord,

And yet forbid to die !
To linger in eternal pain.

And death for ever fly !
O wretched state of deep despair,

To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station, where

I must not taste his love !

THIRD HYMN.

1 Why should our tears in sorrow flow

When God recalls his own,
And bids them leave a world of wo,
For an immortal crown ?

2 Is not e'en death a gain to those

"Whose life to God was given ?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close,
To open them in heaven.

3 Their toils are past, their work is done,

And they are fully blest ;
-They fought the fight, the vict'ry won,
And enter'd into rest.

4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow ;

God has recali'd his own ;
But let our hearts, in every wo,
Still say, — Thy will be done.

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The hosts of hell with terror shake,
While God displays his power.
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How beautiful on mountains' top,

The herald's feet appear ;
While tidings, blessed tidings, drop,

The broken heart to cheer.
They're coming, &c.

To all the region round about,
The news has swiftly flown,
That sinners deep in guilt, have sought
And found what others spurn.
They're coming, &c.
Back-sliders too, begin to view

What traitors they have been,
Confessing, ask, ''what shall I do ? "
A hell I feel within.

They're coming, &c

SOLITUDE. C. M.

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3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,

And all my care.> and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven ;

The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o*er,
May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,
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PETERBORO. C. M.

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Nor dwell at thy right hand.

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In ways of righteousness!
Make eveiy path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

SECOND IIYMX.

1 Once more, my soul, the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes ;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him that rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound;
Wide as the heavens on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;

My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins mi^ht rouse his wrath to flame,
But yet his wrath delays.

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Whilst I enjoy the light;
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How sweet their memory still !

But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest ;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame ;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

SECOND HYMX.

1 O 'tis delight, without alloy,
Jesus, to hear thy name ;

My spirit leaps with inward joy,
I feel the «»acred flama.

2 My passions hold a pleasing reign,
When love inspires my breast,

Love, the divinest of the train,
The sovereign of the rest.

3 This is the grace must live and sing
W hen faith and hope shall cease,

Must sound from every joyful string
Through the sweet groves of bliss.

4 Let life immortal seize my clay ;
Let love refine my blood ;

Her flames can bear my soul away,
Can bring me near my God.

5 Swift I ascend the heavenly place,
And hasten to my home,

I leap to meet thy kind embrace,
I come, O Lord, I come.

6 Sink down, ye separating hills,
Let sin and death remove ;

*Tis love that drives my chariot wheela.
And death must yield to love.

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What pain, what labour to secure
My soul from endless death !

3 O Jesus, could I this beheve,

I now should feel thy power ;
Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve,
Nor let me wait one hour.

4 Author of faith, to thee I lift

My weary, longing eyes :
O let me now receive that gift.
My soul without it dies.

SECOND HYMN.

1 When all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,
Transporte with the view, I 'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 O how can words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish 'd heart ? —
But thou canst read it there.

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Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had leam'd
To form themiselves in prayer.

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When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,

With heedless steps, I ran ;
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently elear'd my way ;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be fear'd than they.

Through every period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The leasing theme renew.

THIRD HYMN.

Let every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice ;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds

With an inviting voice.

Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls,

That feed upon the wind.
And vainly strive with earthly toys

To fill an empty mind ; —

Eternal AVisdom hath prepared

A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.

Ho ! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die,
Here you may quench your raging thirst

With springs that never dry.

FOURTH HYMN.

1 Try us, O God, and search the ground

Of every sinful heart :
Whate'er of sin in us is found,
O bid it all depart.

2 If to the right or left we stray,

Leave us not comfortless ;
But guide our feet into the way

Of everlasting peace.
8 Help us to help each other, Lord,

Each other's cross to bear :
Let each his friendly aid afford.

And feel his brother's care.
Help us to build each other up ;

Our little stock improve ;
Increase our faith, confirm our hope ;

And perfect us in love.

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2 See, Jesus stands with open arms ;

He calls, he bids you come :
O stay not back, though fear alarms !
For yet there still is room.

3 O come, and with his children taste

The blessings of his love ;
While hope attends the sweet repast,
Of nobler joys above !

4 There with united heart and voice,

Before the eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstacies unknown.

5 And yet ten thousand thousand more,

Are welcome still to come :
Ye happy souls, the grace adore ;
Approach, there yet is room.

SECOND HYMN.

1 O for a breeze of heavenly love,

To waft our souls away.
To that celestial place above.
Where pleasures ne'er decay.

2 Eternal Spirit, deign to be

Our pilot here below.
To steer through life's tempestuous sea,
When stormy winds do blow.

3 From rocks of pride on either hand,

From quicksands of despair —
O guide us safe to Canaan's land,
Through every latent snare.

4 Anchor us in that port above.

On that celestial shore.
Where dashing billows never move,
Whi^re teQipests nevQi r.oar.

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My study long have been ;
Such dazzling views, by human sight

Have never yet been seen.
If Heav'n be thus so glorious, Lord,

Why should I stay from thence ;
What folly's this, that I should dread

To die, and go from hence.

3 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace,

And cause me to ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,

And Sabbaths never end.
Jesus, my Lord, to Glory's gone,

Him will I go and see.
And all my brethren here below,

Will soon come after me.

4 My friends, I bid you all adieu,

I leave you in God's care ;
And if I never more see you,

Go on, I'll meet you there.
When we've been there ten thousand years.

Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise.

Than when we first begun.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Behold the sure Foundation-stone

Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon,

And his eternal praise.
Chosen of God, to sinners dear,

We now adore thy Name ;
We trust our whole salvation here,

Nor can we suffer shame.

2 The foolish builders, scribe and priest.

Reject it with disdain ;
Yet on this Rock the church shall rest,

And envy rage in vain.
What though the gates of hell withstood,

Yet must this building rise ;
'Tis thine own work, almighty God,
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2 When Ave appear in yonder cloud, ''

With all the favored throng ;
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song,

3 When we've been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining as the sun ;
We've no less days to sing God's praise,
Than when we first begun.

4 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace.

And cause me to ascend ;
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.

SECOND HYJIN.

Jerusalem ; my happy home ;

Name ever dear to me ;
When shall my labours have an end

In joy and peace in thee ?

O when, thou, city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths have no end ?

WESLEYAN SACRED HARP, 87

8 Why should I shrink at pain and woe ?
Or, feel, at death, dismay ?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

4 A£Ostles, martyrs , prophets there,

Around my Saviour stand ;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

5 Jerusalem, my happy home ;

My soul still pants for thee ;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

THIRD HYMN.

1 There is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign ;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides.

And never-withering flowers ;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

8 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood.
Stand dress'd in living green ;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood.
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Could fright us from the shore.

FOURTH HYilN.

1 O land of rest, for thee I sigh,

When will the moments come,
When I shall lay my armor by
And dwell with Christ at home ?

2 No tranquil joys on earth I know ;

No peaceful sheltering dome,

This world's a wilderness of woe ;

This world is not my home.

3 To Jesus Christ I sought for rest.

He bade me cease to roam ;
And fly for succor to his breast.
And he'd conduct me home. .

4 Weary of wandering round and round

This vale of sin and gloom ;
I long to leave the unhallowed ground,
And dwell with Christ at home.

88

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3 Prostrate I'll He before his throne,

And there my guilt confess ;

I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone

Without his sov'reign grace.

4 Perhaps he will admit my plea,

Perhaps will hear my prayer ;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

5 I can but perish if I go—

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For if I stay away, I know
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WESLEYAN SACRED HARP. 89

SECOND HYMN.

Sinners, the Toice of Grod regard ;

*Tis mercy speaks to-day :
He calls you by his sacred word

From sin's destructive way.

Like the rough sea that cannot rest,

You live, devoid of peace ;
A thousand stings within your breast

Deprive your souls of ease.

Your way is dark, and leads to death :

Why will you persevere ?
Can you in endless torments breathe,

Shut up in black despair ?

Why wiU you in the naked ways

Of sin and folly go ?
In pain you travel all your days,

To reap eternal wo.
But he that turns to God shall Uve,

Through his abounding grace :
His mercy will the guilt forgive,

Of those that seek his face.

Bow to the sceptre of his word.

Renouncing every sin.
Submit to him your sovereign Lord,

And learn his will divine.

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THIRD HYMN.

Before thy mercy-seat, O Lord,

Behold, thy servants stand.
To ask the knowledge of thy word,

The guidance of thy hand.

Let thy eternal truths, we pray,

Dwell richly in each heart ;
That from the safe and narrow way,

We never may depart.

Lord, from thy word remove the seal,

Unfold its hidden store ;
And as we hear, O may we feel,

Its value more and more.

Help us to see the Saviour's love,

Beaming from every page ;
And let the thoughts of joys above,

Our inmost souls engage.

Thus while thy word our footsteps guide

ShaU we be truly blest ;
And safe arrive where love provides,

An everlasting rest

90

BALERMA.

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The tender conscience give.

4 Quick as the apple of an eye,

0 God my conscience make;
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

5 If to the right or left I stray,

That moment, Lord, reprove;
And let me weep mj' life away,
For having grieved thy love.

6 0 may the least omission pain

My well-instructed soul; *

And drive me to the blood again
Which makes the wounded whole.

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SECOND HYMN.

1 How sad our state by nature is!

Our sin how deep it stains I
And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace

Sounds from the sacred word :
Ho! ye despairing sinners, come.
And trust a faithful Lord.

3 My soul obeys the gracious call,

And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord I
O help my unbelief.

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood

Incarnate God, I fly ;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,

Into thy arms I fall ;
Be thou my strength and righteousneM.
My Jesus and my all.

REDEMPTION. C. M.

J. B. P. 91

1. Behold the Saviour of mankind Nail'd to the shameful tree;

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The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.
O Lamb of God, &c.

3 'Tis done ! the precious ransom's paid !

* Receive my soul !' he cries :
See where he bows his sacred head !
He bows his head, and dies !
O Lamb of God, &c.

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain.

And in full glory shine :
O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine !
O Lamb of God, &c.

92

COLBY. C. M. D.

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Sprinkle me er-er mth tby blood, 0 cleanse and keep me clean.

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2 Wash me and make me thus thme own.

Wash me and mine thou art,
Wash me, but not my feet alone,

My hands, my head, my heart.
The'atonement of thy blood apply,

Till faith to sight improve;
Till hope in full ftniition die.

And all my soul be love.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Jesus, the name high over all,

In hell, or earth, or sky!
Angels and men before it fall,

And devils fear and fly.
Jesus, the Name to sinners dear,

The Name to sinners given!
It scatters all their guilty fear :

It turns their hell to heaven.

2 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks,

And bruises Satan's head ;
Power into strengthlcss souls it speaks.

And life into the dead.
0 that the world might taste and see

The riches of his grace ;
The arras of love that compass me.

Would all mankind embrace.

3 His only righteousness I show,

His saving truth proclaim :
*Tis all mv business here below,

To cry,'" Behold the Lamb !"
Happy, if with my latest breath

I may but gasp his Name !
Preach him to all, and cry in death,

•• Behold, behold the Lamb!"

94

HEBER. C. M.

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A rest, where all our soul's desire

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Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love.
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O that I now the rest might know,

Believe, and enter in !
Now, Saviour, now the power bestow.

And let me cease from sin !
4
Remove this hardness from my heart.

This unbelief remove :
To me the rest of faith impart,

The Sabbath of thy love.

SECOND HYMN.

1

Shepherd divine, our wants relieve,

In this our evil day ;
To all thy tempted followers give

The power to watch and pray.

Long as our fiery trials last,
Long as the cross we bear,

0 let our souls on thee be cast
In never-ceasing prayer 1

3

The spirit of interceding grace,
Give us in faith to claim ;

To wrestle till we see thy face,
And know thy hidden name.

4
Till thou thy perfect love impart,

Till thou thyself bestow ;
Be this the cry of every heart,

I will not let thee go.

5

1 will not let thee go unless

Thou tell thy name to me ;
With all thy great salvation bless,
And make me all like thee.

ADORATION. C. M.

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2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase :
And every beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.

2 The year rolls round, and steals away

The breath Vnat first it gave :

Whate'er we do, where'er we be.

We're travelling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick through all the

ground,
To push us to the tomb ;
And fierce diseases wait around.
To hurry mortals home.

5 Awake, O Lord, our drowsy sense

To walk this dangerous road ;

And if our souls are hurried hence.

May they be found with God !

SECOND HYMN.

O for that tenderness of heart
Which bows before the Lord,

Acknowledging how just thou art,
And trembling at thy word ;

O for those humble, contrite tears,
Which from repentance flow ;

That consciousness of guilt, which
fears
The long-suspended blow.

Saviour, to me, in pity, give

The sensible distress ;
The pledge thou wilt at last receive,

And bid me die in peace :
AVilt from the dreadful day remove,

Before the evil come :
My spirit hide with saints above, —

My body, in the tomb.

96 WHEN I CAN READ MY TITLE CLEAR. C. M. D.

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Jkly God, my heaven, my all :
There I shall bathe my weary soul,

In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Am I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb ?
And shall I fear to own his cause,

Or blush to speak his name ?
Must I be carried to the skies,

On flowery beds of ease ;
Whilst others fought to win the prize,

And sail'd through bloody seas ?

2 Are there no foes for me to face ?

Must I not stem the flood V
Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God ;
Sure, I must fight, if I wouM reign ;

Increase my courage, Lord ;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain.

Supported by thy word.

3 Thy saints in all this glorious war,

Shall conquer, though they die ;
They see the triumph from afar.

By faith they bring it nigh :
When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the ekieSi

The glory shall be t.hlno.

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99

My gracious Master, and my God,

Assist me to proclaim,
To spread througli all the earth abroad

The honors of thy name.

3

Jesus ! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease ;

*Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4
He breaks the power of cancell'd sin.

He sets the pris'ner free ;
His blood can make the foulest clean ;

His blood avail'd for me.

5

He speaks, and, listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive ;

The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ;
The humble poor believe.

SECOND HYMN.
1

While shepherds watch'd their flocks
by night,

All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,

And glory shone around.

"Fear not," said he, (for mighty dread
Had seiz'd their troubled mind,)

"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To vou and all mankind.

To you, in David's town, this day,

"Is born, of David's line.
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ;

And this shall be the sign :

The heavenly babe you there shall find

To human view display'd.
All meanly wrapp'd In swathing bands,

And in a manger laid."

Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appear'd a shining throng

Of angels praising God, on high.
And thus address'd their song :

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"All glory be to God on high.

And to the earth be peace ;
Good will henceforth, from heaven to
men,
Bejrin and never cease."

THIKD HYMX.
1

All hail the power of Jesus' name I
Let angels prostrate fall ;

Bring forth the royal diadem.
And crown him Lord of all.

Ye chosen seed of Israel's race.

Ye ransom'd from the fall.
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
* And crown him Lord of all.

3

Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall ;

Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

1
Lef every kindred, every tribe,

On this terrestrial ball.
To him all majesty £U3cribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

5

0 that with yonder sacred throng

We at his feet may fall ;
We'll join the everlasting song.

And crown him Lord of all.

100

AND THOU, ALAS ! MUST DIE. C. M.

1. Sweet day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, Bridal of earth and sky,

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And colo" ch'nn-! he eve,
Thv root is ev n in its ?-a>e,
And thou, alas! must d e.

3 Swpfit spring! of lavs ail roses raa*le,

Whose charms for bemrv vin,
Th^' davs dep'^rt, thy ro-^es fade,
Thou too, alas ! must die

4 Onlv a sweet and hnly «oul

Hath tins that never fl - ;
While flowers d cmv, an 1 seii^ons roll,
This dves, and cannot die. Herbert.
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SECOND HYMV.

1 With jov we hail the <a"re 1 dav,
VVhi<'h Goi iia^ r-ill'd his oxvu;
With joy t'l ' su'nmo'\s we obv-y.
To woiship at his throne.

2 Thy chos-^n temnlo, Lo-1, how fair!

As hero thy st'ivant-; thronu'
To bnath rhe 'm »>Me, ff!-vtMit prayer.
And p'mr he grateful -on^'.

3 Spirir of in*acc'! 0 de gn fo Iwell

W thin thy C 'ur-h h- low ;
Make her in holiness exc i,
With pure djvot.on glow.

4 Let peare within h'^r wal's b3 found —

L(^r all her -o'ls unite.
To spread wih holv zeal around.
Her cl-ar and shining light.

5 Greit Gol.w hiil the saored div

Whii^'ii ihoti Inist crt 1' 1 :hine j.vn;
Wi*"!) joy rtif <um'Mon-J \ve obey,
To wonihip at thy throutf.

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Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed saints of God,
Be saved, to sin no more.

3 E'er since by faith, I saw the stream.

Thy flowing wounds supply.
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be, till I die.

4 And when this lisping, faultering

tongue,
Lies silent in the grave,
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song
ril sing thy power to save.

SECOND HYMN.

Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair.
We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheering beam of hope.
Or spark of glimm'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace

Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and (O amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above

With joyful haste he fled;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 O for this love let rocks and hills

Their lasting silence break!
And all harmonious human tongues,
The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys;

Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notei
His love can ne'er be told I

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There rocks auil h;ils, and l>rooks an 1 vale,

With ntilk and lioiiev row.
All o'er those wid'--exren ltd plains,

Shin -s oni' otern d d iv;
There (io I rhe Son for ever n'igns,

And scatters night away.

3 No clullin? winds or po'^onou> breath

C;in reach rhat hcairhfnl <hor'' ;
Sickness and «oi-row, pain and death,

Are felr and f-and no more.
Wiien shall t reach fhar happy place,

And he for over liies ?
When shaU I see mv P'ather's face,

And in his ho-om rest?

4 FM'^'d wth deliudit mv r iptured soul,

VVon'd here no lonijer stav;
Thon,d) Jordan's waves around me roll,

Fearless I M launch awxy.
There on those hiirh and Howery plains,

Our spirits ne'er shall tire;
But in perpetual, jovf il strains,

Redeeming love admire.

SECOND HYMX.

1 Moi*t!d^, nwak'\ with angels join,

And chant 'he solemn lav;
Jov, !ov<>. nnd gratitude combine.

To hail th' auspiciou- dav.
In heaven the rapt'rous auug began,

And sw^'ct seraphic Hre
Through nil the shining legions ran,

And strunir and tuned the lyre.

2 Sw'fr thi'onirh the vast expanse it flew,

And loud the echo roll'd ;
Th" theme, the sonir. the jov, was new,—

'Twas more than heaven C(»u'd hold.
Do'vn thvou-'h th" po'-tals of the sky

Th' im*v't.uT-i^ to-reit ran;
An 1 ai.sreh fl w, with eaffer joy,

Tu beai* the news to man.

104

BANGOR. C. M.

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Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,

The partners of our blood.
How they divide our wav'ring minds,

And leave but half for God.

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The fondness of a creature's love,

How strong it strikes the sense ;
Thither the warm affections move,

Nor can we call them thence.

5
My Saviour, let thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food :
And grace command my heart away

From all created good.

SECOND nYMX.

And must I be to judgment brought,

And answer in that day
For every vain and idle thought,

And every word I say ?
2
Yes, ever}' secret of my heart

Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert

For all that I have done.
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With what religious fear ;
Who such a strict account must give

For my behaviour here.
4
Thou awful Judge of quick and dead.

The watchful power bestoAv ;
So shall I to my ways take heed, —

To all I speak or do.
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And make my peace with God, before

1 at thy. bar appear.

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Upon the brnik of death!

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And ifon .sou's are linrr;" i hcipp^
May tlicy bv, louud Wi..ii God!

SECOND HYMN.

1 M^' -pin of life will soo'i b^- done,

The pa-sin/JT momenis -^ay ;
As I iiffth'n'nir slnxdow-i o'er the mead.
Proclaim the close of day

2 O that my h^art mii-'ht dwell aloof

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And learn that wis loin from above,
Wlx'nce t'uc contentment "^prinsfs.
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But -hall not enter th re.

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In sorrowini; path~i b low,
Sh:dl in eternitv rejoice.

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Of -lib U'larv cire,
An I life's dnl vitijtiep no more

Tlii< ai'x'ous breas*- cn-nare.
0 Conr.iire, my ^onl; on God rely;

D'iiv'rr.nc • sooji wi!" com'-;
A thousand w i' s h is P x>videuce

To brlii;^ bclivvers Iioaie.

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My great Redeemer's throne ;

Where only Christ is heard to speak, —
Where Jesus reigns alone.

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Believing, true, and clean ;
Which neither life nor death can part

From Him that dwells within : —

4

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And full of love divine ;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,

A copy. Lord, of thine.

5

Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ;

Come quickly from above ;
Write thy new name upon my heart, —

Thy new, best name of love.

SECOND HYMN.
1

With joy we meditate the grace

Of our High Priest above ;
His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.
2 •
Touch'd with a sympathy within.

He knows our feeble frame ;
He knows what sore temptations mean.

For he hath felt the same.

3
He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Pour'd out strong cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh

What every member bears.

4
He'll never quench the smoking flax.

But raise it to a flame ;
The bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor scorns the meanest name.
5
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His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace

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THIRD HYMN.
1

Come, let us join our cheerful songs

With angels round the throne :
Ten thousand thousand are their
tongues,

But all their joys are one.
2
Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,

To be exalted thus :
Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply,

For he was slain for us.
3
Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and power divine ;
And plessings more than we can give,

Be, Lord, forever thine.
4
The whole creation join in one,

To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,

And to adore the Lamb.

FOURTH HYMN.
1

Let every tongue thy goodness speak,

Thou sov'reign Lord of all ;
Thy strength'ning hands uphold the
weak,
And raise the poor that fall.
2
When sorrows bow the spirit down,

When virtue hes distressed.
Beneath the proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourner rest.
3
Thou know'st the pains thy servants
feel,
Thou hear'st thy children's cry ;
And their best wishes to fulfil.
Thy grace is ever nigh.
4
Thy mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere :
Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.
5
My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,

And spread thy fame abroad ;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honors of their God.

108 DUNDEE. C M.

Foam the Scotch Psalter.

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Ati.l ^loiw in thy love.
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And a'l thy worJ> fulfil.
Surely I sliail, tlie sinner I,

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If thou my nature sanetify

In answer to my prayer.

SECOND HYMN'.

1 Mv Saviou'% mv almighty Friend,

When I heffin thy praise,
Wht're will the ^rowin^ numbers end,—
The niimb-Ts of thy ^rrace?

2 I trust in thv eternal word;

I hy goodness I adore;
S'^nd down thv frrace, 0 blessed Lord,
That I mav love thee more.

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(Df the celestial road ;
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To see the Lord my Go I.

4 Aw«ke! Awake! my tuneful powers,

With this delightful song;
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Once they were mourners here below.

And pour'd out cries and tears ;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.

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I ask them whence their vict'ry came :

They, with united breath.
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, —

Their triumph to his death.
4
They mark'd the footsteps that he trod ;

His zeal inspired their breast ;
And, foU'wing their incarnate God,

Possess the promised rest.
5
Our glorious Leader claims our praise

For his own pattern given ;
While the long cloud of witnesses

Show the same path to heaven.

SECOND HYMN.
1

Ride forth victorious Conqu'ror, ride,

Till all thy foes submit,
And all the powers of hell resign

Tkeir trophies at thy feet.

2
Send forth thy word, and let it fly

The spacious earth around.

Till every soul beneath the sun

Shall hear the joyful sound.

3
From sea to sea, from shore to shore.

Be thou, O Christ, adored ;
And earth, with all her millions, shout

Hosannas to the Lord.

110 THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN. C. M.

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My father's hou-;e abounds with l>read,

While I am starving here. I'll die no more, &c.

3 I'll so anrl toll h'm all I've done,

Fall -lown before h-- face,
Unworthv to l)e ealle I his son.
I'll set k a servant's place. I'll die no more, &c.

4 His Father saw him co'nimr back,

He saw. and ran, and smiled,
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child. I'll die no more, &c.
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Rejo'ce, my house, mv Son's alive,
For whom I mourn'd as dead I'll die no more, Sir.

6 Now I<'t the fatted calf be slain.

And spread the news around;
My son was dead, and lives again;
Was lost, but now is found. I'll die no more, &c.

7 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals,

To call poor sinners home.
More than a Fath'-r's love he feels,
And welcomes all that come. I'll die no more, &c.

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It views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,

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4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom.

And joys supreme are given ;
There rays divine disperse the gloom :
Beyond the dark, the narrow tomb.

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SILOAM. C. M.

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SECOND HYMN.

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear ;
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear

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And calms the troubled breast ;

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With every fleeting breath ;
So shall the music of thy name

Refresh my soul in death.

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And our defence is sure.

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From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the same.

4 A thousand ages, in thy sight,

Are like an evening gone:
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

6 The busy trihes of flesh and blood.

With all their cares and fcar^.
Are carried downwaid by the flood,
And lost in foU'wing years.

7 O God, our help in ages past.

Our hope for years to come ;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
And oui" pei-petual homo !

SECOND HYMN.

1 God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea.
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill.
He treasures up Ins bright designs.
And works his sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread
Are l)ig with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 .Turlge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste.
But sweet will be the flower.
G Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
Aud he will make it plain.

DEDHAM. C. M.

\VM. GARDINER.

Author of Music of Nature.

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And when the morn the liMit reveals,

No light to me returns.

5
Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail ;

O make my soul thy care ;
I know thy mercy cannot fail ; —

Let me that mercy share.

SECOND HYMN.

See, Jesus, thy disciples see ;

The promised blessing give ;
Met in thy name, we look to thee,

Expecting to receive.
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Thee we expect, our faithful Lord,

Who in thy name are join'd ;
We wait, according to thy word,
^ Thee in the midst to find.

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With us thou art assembled here,

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Breathe on us, Lord, in this our day,

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Speak peace into our hearts, and say,

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Whom now we seek, O may we meet,

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Show us thy bleeding hands and feet,

Thou who for \Xs bast died.

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117

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OiK' church above, beneath,
Though iiov/ divided by the stream.

The nari'ow stream, of death.
4
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With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,

And reach the heavenly land.

SECOND HYMN.

There is a glorious world of light,

Above the starry sky,
Where saints departed,clothed in white,

Adore the Lord most high.
2

And hark, amid the sacred songs

Those heavenly voices raise.
Ten thousand thousand infant tongues

Unite in perfect praise.
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If Jesus we obey ; [know.

That is the place where we shall go,

If found in wisdom's way.
4
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Our mortal frame decay ;
Children and teachers, one by one,

Must die and pass awav-
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To-dav, on every breast ;
That both the teachers and the taught

May dwell among the blest.

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WESLEYAN SACRED HARP. 119

The men of grace have found

Glory begun below ;
Celestial fruit on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow.
Yea, and before we rise

To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss

Should constant joys create.
There we shall see his face,

And never, never sin ;
There, from the nvers of his grace,

Drink endless pleasures in.
Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry :
We'er marching through Immanuel's ground

To fairer worlds on hiarh.

SECOND HYMN.

Ye fearful saint**, march on.

It is the Lord's command ;
Never let trifles stop your way.

To Canaan's promised land.
Though numerous foes arise,

And hell your course withstand :
Still force your passage through them all,

'I'o Canaan's promised laud.
Keep on a forward pace.

And never, never stand,
Till you behold your Saviour's face,

In Canaan's promised land.
Then shall you join above.

With all the ransomed band ;
To celebrate redeeming love,

In Canaan's promised land.

THIRD HYMN.

Far from these scenes of night.

Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of joy and pure delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.
Fair land ! — could mortal eyes

But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,

And dwell on earth no more !
No cloud those regions know. —

Realms ever bright and fair ;
For sin, the source of mortal wo,

Can never enter there.
O may the pro^^pect fire

Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith, and strong desire,

Bear every thought above.

120

FLETCHER. S. M.

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Nor lay thine armor down ;
Thy arduous work will not be done,

Till thou obtain the crown.
4
Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God ;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,

Up to his blest abode.

SECOND HYMN.

The Lord my shepherd is,

I shall be well supplied ;
Since he is mine, and I am his,

What can I want beside ?

He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows.
Where living waters gently pass,

And full salvation flows.

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And joy exalts my head.
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The bounties of thy love.

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Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

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And yet from him I stay,

3 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part, —
Which will not let the Saviour take
Possession of my heart ?

4 Searcher of hearts, in mine

Thy trying power display ;
Into its darkest corners shino,
And take the veil away.

5 I now believe, in thee.

Compassion reigns alone ;
According to my faith, to me
O let it, Lord, be done !

In me is all the bar,

Whidi thou wouldst fain remove ;
Remove it, and I shall declare

That God is only love.

SECOND HYMX.

My iVIaker and my Ki ng,

To thee my all I owe ;
Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring

Whence all my blessings flow.
The creature of thy hand,

On thee alone I live ;
My God, thy benefits demand

jMore praise than I can give.

O, let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine ;
Let all my powers to thee aspire,

And all my day? ije thine.

122

INVITATION. S. M. D.

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i The God that rules on high,

That all the earth surveys,
That rides upon the stormy sky,

And calms the roaring seas ;
This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our love ;
He will send down his heavenly powers,

To carry us above.

There we shall see his face,

And never, never sin ;
There from the rivers of his grace

Drink endless pleasures in :
Yea, and before we rise

To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss

Should constant joys create.

The men of grace have found

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Celestial fruit on earthly ground,

From faith and hope may grow :
Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry :
We'er marching through Immanuel's ground.

To fairer worlds on hish

SECOND IIYMX.

1 How beauteous are their feet.

Who stand on Zion's hill ;
That bring salvation on their tongues,

And words of peace reveal !
How charming is their voice.

So sweet the tidings are ;
" Zion, behold thy Saviour King ;

He reigns and triumphs here ! "

2 How happy are our ears,

That hear the joyful sound,
Which Kings and prophets waited for,

And sought, but never found !
How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light ;
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,

But died without the sijrht !
3 The watchmen join their voice,

And tuneful notes employ ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

And deserts learn the joy.
The Lord makes bare his arm

Through all the earth abroad :
Let every nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

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We who in Christ believe
That he for us hath died,

We all his unknown peace receive,
And feel his blood applied.

Exults our rising soul,

Disburden'd of her load,
And swells, unutterably full

Of glory and of God.

His love, surpassing far

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We find within our hearts, and dare

The pointless darts of death.

Stronger than death or hell
The sacred power we prove ;

Andconqu'oi-s of the world, we dwell
In heaven, who dwell in love.

SECOND HYMN.

1 And let our bodies part, —

To diff'rent climes repair ;
Inseparably join'd in heart
The friends of Jesus are.

2 O let us still proceed

In Jesus' work below ;
And,foll'wing our triumphant Head,
To further conquests go.

3 The vineyard of the Lord

Before his lab'rers lies ;
And lo ! we see the vast reward
Which waits us in the skies.

4 O let our heart and mind

Continually ascend.
That haven of repose to find,
'^^'here all our labours end ;

5 Where all our toils are o'er,

Our sufiVing and our pain ;
Who meet on that eternal shore.
Shall never part again.

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And O thy servant, Lord, prepare,
A strict account to give !

4 Help me to watch and pray,

And on thyself rely,
Assur'd if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep,

And shall our cheeks be dry ?
Let floods of p8!iitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears,

Angels with wonder see !
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul
He shed those tears for thee.

3 He wept that we might weep,

Each sin demands a tear ;
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

126

GOLDEN HILL. S. M.

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Gather my wand'riug spint home,

And keep in perfect peace :
Suffer'd no more to rove

O'er all the earth abroad.
Arrest the pris'ner of thy love,

And shut me up in God.

8EC0XD HYMX.

When shall thy love constram,

And fowe me to thy breast?
When shall my soul returji again

To her eternal rest '?
Ah ! what avail my strife, —

My wand'ring to and fro V
Thou hast the words of endless life ;

Ah ! whither should I go ?
Thy condescending grace

To me did freely move ;
It calls me still to seek thy face,

And stoops to ask my love.

4 Lord, at thy feet I fall ;
I groan to be set free ;
I fain Avould now obey the call,
And give up all for thee,

1 O That I could repent,

With all my idols part.
And to thy gracious eye present
An humble, contrite heart ;

2 A heart with grief oppress'd.

For having grieved my God ;

A troubled heart, that cannot rest

Till sprinkled Avith thy blood.

3 Jesus, on me bestow

The penitent desire ;
With true sincerity of wo,
My aching breast inspire.

'1 With soft'ning pity look.

And melt my hardness down :

Strike with thy love's resistless stroke,

And break this heart of stone.

LABAN. S. M. L. MASON. 127

Je - sus we look to thee, Tliy promised presence claim :
Thy name sal - va - tion is, Which here we come to prove ;

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From nature's path we turn aside,
And worldly thoughts forget ;

4 We meet the grace to take.

Which thou hast freely given ;

We meet on earth forthy dear sake,

That we may meet in heaven.

5 Present we know thou art ;

But, O, thyself reveal .'
Now, Lord, let every bounding heart
Thy mighty comfort feel !

5 O may thy quick'ning voice
The death of sin remove ;
And bid our inmost souls rejoice.
In hopes of perfect love !

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SECOND HYMN.

My soul, be on thy guard ;

Ten tliousand foes arise :
The hosts of sin are pressing hard

To draw thee from the skies.

O watch, and fight, and pray ;

The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,

And help divine implore.

Ne'er think the vict'ry won,
Nor lay thine armour down ;

The work of faith will not bp done
Till thou obtain the crown.

Then persevere till death
Shall bring thee to thy God ;

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To his divine abode.

128

BOYLSTON. S. M. l. mason.

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The fulness of our God made man,
We here with Christ receive.

SECOND HYMX.

Let all who truly bear

The bleeding Saviour's name,
Their faithful hearts with us prepare,

And eat the Paschal Lamb.
This eucharistic feast,

Our every want supplies,
And still we by his death are blest,

And share his sacrifice.
Who thus our faith employ,

His sufTrings to record,
E'en now we mournfully enjoy

Communion with our Lord.
We too with him are dead,

And shall with him arise ;
The cross on which he bows his head

Shall lift us to the skieg.

LISBON. S. M. I. READ.

129

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I can hold out no more :
I sink, by dying love compell'd,
And own thee conqueror.

3 Though late, I all forsake ;

My friends, my all, resign :
Gracious Redeemer, take, O take,
And seal me ever thine.

4 Come, and possess me whole,

Nor hence again remove ;
Settle and fix mv wav'rini; soul
With all thy weight of love.

5 My one desire be this, —

Thy only love to know ;
To seek and taste no other bliss, —
No other good below.

6 My Ufe, my portion thou .

Thou all-sufficient art :
My hope, my heavenly treasure,n®w
Enter, and keep my heart

SECOND HYMN.

1 Blest be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love ;
The fellowship of kindred minda
Is like to that above.

2 Before our father's throne,

We pour our ardent prayers :

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,

Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes ;

Our mutual burdens bear ;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part.

It gives us inward pain,
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way ;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain.

And sin we shall be free ;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

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Let those refuse to sing,

AVho never knew our God;
But Servants of the heavenly King,

May speak their joys abroad.
The God wlio rules on high,

And all the earth surveys,
Who rides upon the stormy sky.

And calms the roaring seas.
This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our love ;
He will send down his heavenly powers

To carry us above.
There we shall see his face.

And never, never sin ;
There, from the rivers of his grace

Drink endless pleasures in.
Yea, and before we rise

To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss,

Should constant joys create.
The men of grace have found

Glory begun below ;
Celestial fruits, on earthly ground.

From faith and hope do grow.
Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry ;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground

To fairer worlds on high.

SECOND HYMN.

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.
The men of grace have found

Glory begun below ;
Celestial fruit on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow.
Yea, and before we rise

To that immortal state.
The thoughts of such amazing blisa

Should constant joys create.
There we shall see his face,

And never, never sin ;
Tliere, from the rivers of his grace,

Drink endless pleasures in.
Then let our songs abound.

And every tear be dry :
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on nigh.

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in such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Grace ! 'tis a charming sound,

Harmonious to the ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way

To save rebellious man ;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace taught my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road ;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,

Through everlasting days ;
It lays in heaven the topmost stono,
And woU deferve« our praiao.

LORD OF THE HARVEST. S. M. s. h. 133

1. Lord of the har - vest, hear Thy need - y servant's cry ;

2. On thee we hum - bly wait, Our wants are in thv view ;

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4 Give the pure Gospel word,

The word of general glace ;
Then let them preach the common
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Saviour of human race.

5 O let them spread thy name.

Their mission fully prove ;

Thy universal grace proclaim.

Thine all-redeeminj; love !

•SECOND HYMN.

Far from these scenes of night,

Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of joy and pure delight,

Unknown to mortal fves.
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2 Fair land I — could mortal eyes

But half its charms explore.
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more !

3 No cloud those regions know, —

Eealms ever bright and fair ;
For sin, the source of mortal wo,
Can never enter there.

4 O may the prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith, and strong desire,
Bear every thought above.

5 Prepared, by grace divine,

For thy bright courts on high,
Lord, bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

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OLMUTZ. S. M.

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And vindicate thv gracious will;
Which offers life to all.

SECOND IIYMX.

1 Gi-eat is the Lord our God,

And let his praise be great ;
• He makes his churches, his abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 These temples of his grace,

How beautiful they stand : —
The honours of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.

3 In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress;
How bright has his salvation shone
Through all her palaces !

4 In eveiy new distress

We'll to his house repair;
We'll think upon his wondrous grace.
And seek deliv'ranco there.

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What troubles have we seen !

What conflicts have we j)ast !
Fiofh tings without, and fears within,

Since we assembled last.

But out of all the Lord

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And still he doth his help afford,

And hides our life above.
Then let us make our boast

Of his redeeming power,
Which saves us to the uttermost,

Till we can sin no more :
Let US take up the cross,

Till we the crown obtain ;
And gladly reckon all things loss,

So we may Jesus gain.

SECOND HYMN.

1 And wilt thou yet be found.

And may I still draw near ?
Then Hsten to the plaintive sound
Of a poor sinner's prayer.

2 Jesus, thine aid afford.

If still the same thou art :
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord,
I lift my helpless heart.

3 Thou seest my troubled breast,

The strugglings of my will,
The foes that interrupt my rest,
The agonies I feel.

4 O my offended Lord,

Restore my inward peace ;
I know thou canst ; pronounce the word,
And bid the tempest cease.

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LIVING WATERS. S. M.

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That I may now enlighten'd be,
And never put to shame.

4 Never vvill T remove

Out of thy hands my cause ;
But rest in thy redeeming love,
And hang upon thy cross.

SECOND HYMN.

1 The Lord my shepherd is ;
I shall be well supplied ;
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside ?

2 He leads me to the place,

AVhero hoavenly pasture grows ;
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

3 While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear ;
Tliough I should walk through
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4 Amid surrounding foes

Thou dost my table spread ;
My cup with blessings overflows.
And joy exalts my head.

5 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my future days ;

Nor from thy house will I remove,

Nor cease to speak thy praise.

FOREVER WITH THE LORD. S. M. b. h. 137

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The promise of that faithful word,

E'en here to me fulfil.
So, when my latest breath

Shall rend the vail in twain.
By death I shall escape from death.

And life eternal gain.
Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word.
And oft repeat before the throne,

Forever with the Lord !

SECOND HYMN.

O where shall rest be found, —

Rest for the weavy soul ?
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to
Or pierce to either pole, [sound,

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The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh ;

'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years ;

And all that life is love.

There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath :

O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death I

Thou God of truth and grace !

Teach us that death to shun ;
Lest we be banish'd from thy face,

Forever more undone.

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In Zion's streets I oft had seen ;

And now, in blood and agony,

He turned a d}ing look on me.

4 Then softly from that gathering throng
Arose the sound of solemn song ;
And while I caught the sweUing lay,
The myriad voices seemed to say —
*And we believe in him that died,

By PONTIUS PILATE crucified—
That He shall come, when time is fled,
To judge the living and the dead.'

5 I woke; — thou wast not by my side,
I heard a loud exulting cry :

I heard the'scornful priests deride.

The elders murmur ' Crucify !'

O PILATE ! hadst thou marked my prayer,

That guiltless blood to shield and spare,

That deed of horror would not be

A stain to thine — a curse to thee !

6 Our scenes of early love are past;
Our youthful spring is withered all ;
Afar from Rome our lot is cast,
Beneath the sunny skies of Gaul ; *
The thoughts that memory treasures yet
Of other days, begin to flee ;

But never shall my heart forget

The CRUCIFIED OF GALILEE !

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When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
"Where peaceful rivers, sotl and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still :
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

Though in a bare and rugged way.
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguUe,
The barren wilderness shall smile.
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.

SECOND HYMN.

See, sinners, in the Gospel glass.

The Friend and Saviour of mankind!
Not one of all th' apostate race,

But may in him salvation find !
His thoughts, and words, and actions prove,
His life and death — that God is love.
Behold the Lamb of God, who bejirs

The sins of all the world away !
A servant's form he meekly wears.

He sojourns in a house of clay ;
His glory is no longer seen.
But God with God, is man with men.
See where the God incarnate stands,

And calls his wand'ring creatures home ;
He all day long spreads out his hands ;

Come, weary souls, to Jesus come !
Ye all may hide you in his breast ;
Believe, and he will give you rest.

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But thou hast help in need.

Him who for thee did bleed ;
Pursue thy way.
O, Christian racer, on !

Nor stay for earthly toys ;
Join not the worldly throng,

*Tis time to gain, ere long,
Immortal joys.
Haste, Christian racer, haste !

Let nothing cause delay ;
Nor one short moment waste,

Earth's pleasure-cup to taste ;
Haste, haste away.
Hail, Christian racer, hail !

A noble strife is thine ;
Thy strength shall never fail.

Fear not, thou shalt prevail,
Through grace divine.
Then, Christian racer, run !

Far spent is now the day ;
Soon will thy work be done,

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My soul the second death defies,

And reigns eternal in the skies.

Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard.

What Christ has for his saints prepared,

Who conquer through their Saviour's might.

Who sink into perfection's height.

And trample death beneath their feet,

And gladly die their Lord to meet.

Dost thou desire to know or see

What thy mysterious name shall be ?

Contending for thy heavenly home.

Thy latest foe in death o'ercome ; —

Till then thou searchest out in vain,

What only conquest can explain.

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Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God ; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train;
His truth forever stands secure ;
He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor,

And none shall find his promise vain.

The Lord pours eyesight on the blind :
The Lord supports the fainting mind;

He sends the lab'ring conscience peace ;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner sweet release.

I '11 praise him while he lends me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers ;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
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SECOND HYMN.

1 Where shall my wond'ring soul begin ?

How shall I all to heaven aspire?
A slave redeem'd from death and sin, —

A brand pluck'd from eternal fire, —
How shall I equal triumphs raise,
Or sing my great Deliv'rer's praise ?

2 0 how shall I the goodness tell,

Father, which thou to me hast show'd ?
That I, a child of wrath and hell,

I should be call'd a child of God,
Should know, should feel my sins forgiven,
Blest with this ante-past of heaven,

3 And shall I slight my Father's love,

Or basely fear his gifts to own ?
Unmindful of his favours prove ?

Shall I, the hallow'd cross to shun,
Kefuse his righteousness to' impart,
By hiding it within my heart ?

4 No : though the ancient dragon rage,

And cadi forth all his hosts to war ;
Though earth's self-righteous sons engage,

Them and their god alike I dare ;
Jesus, the sinner's Friend, proclaim;
Jesus, to sinners still the same.

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2 Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Look ibrward to that heiivenly place,

The saints* secure abode ;
On faith's strong eagle pinions rise,
And tbrce your passage to the skies,

And scale the mount of God.

S Who sud'er with our Master here,
We shall before his face appear,

And by his side sit down;
To patient faith the prize is sure ;
And all that to the end endure
The cross, shall wear the crown.

4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope 1
It lifcs the fainting spirits up;

It brings to life the dead :
Our conflicts here shall soon be past,
And you and I ascend at last,

Triumphant with our Head.

5 That great mysterious Deity,

We soon with open face shall see ;

The beatific sight
Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise,
And wide diffuse the golden blaze

Of everlasting light.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Jesus, thou soul of all our joys,
For whom we now lift up our voice.

And all our strength exert, —
Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim ;
Compose into a thankful frame.

And tune thy people's heart,

2 "While in the heavenly work we join,
Thy glory be our whole design,

Thy glory, not our own : —
Still let us keep this end in view,
And still the pleasing task pursue.

To please our God alone.
8 Thee let us praise, our common Lord,
And sweetly join, with one accord.

Thy goodness to proclaim :
Jesus, thyself in us reveal,
And all our faculties shall feel

Thy harmonizing Name.

4 With calmly reverential joy,
O let us all our lives employ

In setting forth thy love;
And raij?e in death our triumph higher,
And sing, with all the heavenly choir.

That endless song above.

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And all mankind must stand before

Th' inexorable throne !

WESLEYAN SACRED HARh. 149

4 No matter which my thoughts employ ;
A moment's misery or joy ;

But, 01 when both shall end,
"Where shall I find my destin'd place?
Shall I my everlasting days,

With fiends or angels spend ?

5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
But how I may escape the death

That never, never dies !
How make mine own election sure ;
And when I fail on earth, secure

A mansion in the skies.

6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,

Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way

To glorious happiness !
Ah ! write the pardon on my heart!
And whensoe'er I hence depart,

Let me depart in peace !

SECOND HYMX.

1 Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by

Throughout the evil day ;
The sacred watchfulness impart ;
And keep the issues of my heart,

And stir me up to pray.

2 My soul with thy whole armour arm ;
In each approach of sin, alarm.

And show the danger near :
Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,
And fill with godly jealousy

And sanctifying fear.

3 TV^hene'er my careless hands hang down,
O let me see thy gath'ring frown,

And feel thy warning eye ;
And starting, cry, from ruin's biink, —
Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink;

O save me, or I die.

4 If near the pit I rashly stray,
Before I wholly fall away.

The keen conviction dart ;
Recall me by that pitpng look, —
That kind, upbraiding glance, which broke

Unfaithful Peter's heart.

5 In me thine utmost mercy show,
And make me, like thyself below,

Unblamable in grace ;
Ready prepared and fitted here, .
By perfect holiness, to' appear
pS*}^ Before thy gloiious face.

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And all that to the end endure

The nroas, shall wear the crown.

WESLEYAN SACRED HARP. 151

Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope !
It lifts the fainting spirits up,

It brings to life the dead :
Our conflicts here shall soon be past,
And you and I ascend at last,

Triumphant with our Head.

That great mysterious Deity
We soon with open face shall see;

The beatific sight
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And wide diffuse the golden blaze

Of everlasting light.

In hope of that ecstatic pause,
Jesus, we now sustain the cross,

And at thy footstool fali ;
Till thou our hidden life reveal,
Till thou our ravish'd spirits fill,

And God be all in all.

SECOND HYMN.

How happy is the pilgrim's lot ;

How free from every anxious thought,

From worldly hope and fear !
Confin'd to neither court iwr cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell.

He only sojourns here.

This happiness in part is mine,
Already sav'd from low design,

From every creature love !
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lighten'd of its load,

And seeks the things above.

There is my house and portion fair ;
My ti-easure and my heart are there,

And my abidinc home ;
For me my elder brethren stay.
And angels beckon me away,

And Jesus bids me come I

I come, thy servant, Lord, replies ;
I come to meet thee in the skies,

And claim my heavenly rest !
Now let the pilgrim's journey end ;
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,

Receive me to thy breast !

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Fair Zion rising from the tombs,
To meet the Bridegroom, lo ! he comes,

And hails the festive year.

3 My soul is striving to be there ;
I long to rise and wing the air,

And trace the sacred road ;
Adieu, adieu, all earthly things,

0 that I had an angel's wings,
I'd quickly see my God.

4 Fly, lingering moments fly, O fly,

1 thirst, I pant, I long to try,
Angelic joys to prove !

Soon shall I quit this house of clay.
Clap my glad wings and soar away,
And shout redeeming love.

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How bappy, gracious Lord ! are we,
Divinely drawn to follow thee,
Whose hours divided are
Betwixt the mount and multitude ;
Our day is spent in doino: good,
Our night in praise and prayer.

With U3 no melancholy void,
No moment lingers unemploy'd,

Or unimproved below :
Our weariness of life is gone,
Who live to serve our God alone,
And only thee to know.

The winter's night, and summer's day,
Glide imperceptibly away, —

Too short to sing thy praise ;
Too few we find the happy hours,
And haste to join those heavenly powers
In everlasting lays.

With all who chant thy name on high.
And, Holy, holy, holy, cry,

(A bright, harmonious throng!)
We long thy praises to repeat.
And ceaseless sing around thy seat
The new eternal song.

156

DALSTON. S. P. M.

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That water all the plain,

Descending from the neighboring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul,

Where love, like heavenly dew, distils.

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SECOND HYMX.

1 The Lord Jehovah reigns,
And royal state maintains.

His head with awful glories crowned;
Arrayed in robes of light,
Begirt with sovereign might,

And rays of majesty around.

2 Upheld by thy commands,
The world securely stands,

And skies and stars obey thy word ;
Thy throne was fixed on high
Ere stars adorned the sky ;

Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord.

3 Let floods and nations rage.
And all their power engage ;

Let swelling tides assault the sky ;
The terrors of thy frown
Shall beat their madness down ;

Thy throne forever stands on high.

4 Thy promises are true,
Thy grace is ever new ;

There fixed, thy church shall ne'er remove :
Thy saints with holy fear
Shall in thy courts appear.

And sing thine everlasting love.

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Stay not for the morrow's sun.
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn

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Tune our lips to sing thy praise.

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That may joy and peace afford ;
Let thy spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.

4
Comfort those who weep and mourn ;
Let the time of joy return ;
Those that are cast down lift up ;
Make them strong in faith and hope.

5
Grant that all may seek and find
Thee, a gracious God and kind;
Heal the sick, the captive free ;
Let us all rejoice in thee.

SECOND HYMN.

Lord, we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow ;
O, do not our suit disdain ;
Shall we seek thee. Lord, in vain ?

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Trav'ler, blessedness and light,
Peace and truth,its course portends.

4 Watchman, will its beams, alone,

Gild the spot that gave them birth ?
Trav'ler, ages are its own ;

See, it bursts o'er all the earth.

5 Watchman, tell us of the night.

For the morning seems to dawn.
Trav'ler, darkness takes its flight ;
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.

6 Watchman, let thy wand'ring cease ;

Hie thee to thy quiet home.
Trav'ler, lo ! the Prince of Peace,
Lo 1 the Son of God is come.

SECOND HTMN.

Lord, whom winds and seas obey,
Guide us through the wartery way ;
In the hollow of thy hand
Hide, and bring us safe to land.

Jesus, let our faithful mind
Rest, on thee alone reclined ;
Every anxious thought repress ;
Keep our souls in perfect peace.

Keep the souls whom now we leave ;
Bid them to each other cleave ;
Bid them walk on life's rough sea ;
Bid them come by faith to thee.

Save, till all these tempests end,
All who on thy love depend ;
Waft our happy spirits o'er ;
Land us on the heavenly shore.

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Strive we, in affection strive :

Let the purer flame revive ;

Such as in the martyrs glow'd,

Dying champions for their God; i

We like them may live and love ;

Cail'd we are their joys to prove;

Saved with them from fuTuie wrath;

Partners of like precious faith.

Sing we then in Jesus' name,
Now as yesterday the same;
One in every time and place,
Full for all of truth and grace :
We for Christ, our Master, stand,
Lights in a benighted land;
We our dying Lord confess,
We are Jesus' witnesses.

Witness we that Christ hath died :

We with him are crucified :

Christ hath burst the bands of death,

We his quick 'ning Spirit breathe:

Christ is now gone up on high :

Thither all our wishes fly :

Sits at God's right hand above ; ^

There with him we reign in love.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Who are those array 'd in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun?

Foremost of the sons of light ;

Nearest the eternal throne ?
These are they that bore the cross ;

Nobly for their Master stood ;
Suflfrers in his righteous cause,

FolTwers of the dying God.

2 Out of great distress they came :
Wash'd their robes, by faith, below,

In the blood of yonder Lamb, —
Blood that washes white as snow;

Therefore are they noxt the throne ;
Serve tht^ir Maker day and night ;

God resides among his own,
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3 Spread for thee, the festal board
See with richest bounty stored;
To thy Father's bosom press'd,
Thou Shalt be a child confess'd,
Never from his house to roam ;
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

SECOND HYMN.

1 Once I thought my mountain strong,

Firmly fixed, no more to move;
Then my Savior was my son^,

Then my soul was filled with love.
Those were happy, golden days,
Sweetly spent in prayer and praise.

2 Little then myself I knew,

Little thought of Satan's power;
Now I feel my sins anew ;

Now I feel the stormy hour.
Sin has put my joys to flight;
Sin has turned my day to night

3 Saviour, shine and cheer my soul,

Bid my dying hopes revive;
Make my wounded spirit whole,

Far away the tempter drive;
Speak the word and set me free,
I^t me live alone ro thoe.

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King of kings, and Prince of peace.

4 Come and worship at his feet;
Yield to him the homage meet:
From the manger to the throne,
Homage due to God alone.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Depth of mercy ! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

2 I have long withstood his grace;
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls ;
Grieved him by a thousand falJ^.

3 Now incline me to repent ;
Let me now my sins lament;

Now my foul revolt deplore, . •

I Weep, believe, and sin no more.

4 Kindled his relentings are ;
Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, How shall I give thee up ? —
Lets the lifted thunder drop.

5 There for me the Saviour stands;
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands;
God is love! I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

164

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Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die ?

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ?
Chirst your Saviour, asks you why;
He who did your souls retrieve.
Died himself that ye might live.

4 Will you let him die in vain ?
Crucify your Lord again ?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die ?

5 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why ?
He who all your lives hath strove ,
Wooed you to embrace his love.

6 Will ye not his srrace receive ?
Will ye still refuse to live ?
Why, ye long sought sinners, why
Will you grieve your God, and die ?

SECOND HYMN.

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say :
Raise your joys and triumphs high ;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply.
Love's redeeming work is done, —
Fought the fight, the battle won :
Lo I the sun's eclipse is o'er ;
Lo ! he sets in blood no more.

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise ;
Christ hath open'd Paradise.

Lives again our glorious King ;
Where, O death, is now thy sting ?
Once he died our souls to save ;
Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?

Soar we now where Christ has led,
FolloAv our exalted head ;
Made like him, like him we rise ;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

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To pour our souls in prayer ;
Whene're thou pin'st in sadness.

Before his footstool fall ;
Remember, in thy gladness,

His love who gave thee alL

166

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1. The pearl that worldlings covet Is
Its beauties fade as quickly, As

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Oh ! tha 'a the road for me.

The hope that sinners cherish

Is not the hope for me ;
Most surely will they perish,

Unless from sin made free ;
But there's a hope that ealmeth

The waves of life's dark sea ;
It pointeth up to heaven —

Oh ! that's the hope for me.

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And since he has proved faithful,

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Eternal life shall have.
Through grace, I am determined

To conquer, though I die ;
And then away to Jesus,

On wings of love, I'll fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow,

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Then O my friends prove faithful,

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Gird on the heavenly armor

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Then, when the combat's ended,

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He will wipe your tears away;
He who came to comfort her,

When she thought her all was lost,
Will for your relief appear

Though you now are tempest tost.
On His arm your burden cast ;

On his love your thoughts emplo
Weeping for a while may last,

But the morning brings the joy.

FALMOUTH. 7s.

169

1. Jesus, lov-er of ray soul,

Let me to thy bo-som fly,

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Leave, O leave me not alone ;

Still support and comfort me :
All my trust on thee is stay'd ;

All my help from thee I bring ;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want :

More than all in thee I find :
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name;

I am all unrighteousness ;
False, and full of sin I am ;

Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with thee is found,-

Grace to cover all my sin :
Let the healing streams abound ;

Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountam art;

Freely let me take of thee :
vSpiing thou up within my heart ;

Rice to all eternitv.

170

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The mourniniT pilgrims wonder,

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Their irlovving hearts in rapture,

All filled M'ith joy divine,
Burst forth in shouting glory,

And like their Master shine.
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And join the cho'r above,
To pra'se our ble-^sed Jesus,

And b'ess the God we love.
All honor, praise and glory,

Salvation to/our God ; —
Hosanna to our «Jesus,

Who washed us in his blood.

4

The courts of heaven are riniring,

With songs of highest strains,
And ceaseless praise is roUIn^^,

Along the flowery plains.
O could we rise triumphant,

And join with those above,
To shout and sing for ever.

Free grace and dying love.

SECOND HYMN.
How lost was my condition.

Till Jesus made me whole !
There is but one Physician
. Can cure the sin-sick soul.

Nsxt door to death he found me,
An^l sna^^^'Vi'd me from the grave,

To teM to all around me,
His wondrous power to save.

2
The worst of all diseases

Is light compared to sin ;
On every pa:'t It seizes,

But rages most vfithin.
'Tis palsy, plague and fever,

And madness, all combin'd;
And none but a believer

The least relief can find.

3

From men, ureat skill professing,

I thought a cure to gain;
But this prov'd more distressing

And added to my pain ;
Some said that nothing ail'd rae,

Some gave me up for lost 1
Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me,

And all my hopes were cross'd.

At length this great Physician,

(How matchless is his grace !)
Accepted my petition.

And undertook my case.
He save me sight to view him,

For sin my eyes had seal'd ;
Then bade me look unto him 1

I look'd, and I was heal'd.

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173

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See heathen nations bending,

Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending

In gratitude above ;
While sinners now confessing,

The gospel call obey.
And seek the Saviour's blessing,

A nation in a day.
Blest river of salvation,

Pursue thy onward way ;
Flow thou to every nation.

Nor in thy richness stay;
Stay not till all the lowly,

Triumphant, reach their home;
Stay not till all the holy

Proclaim the Lord has come.

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SECOND HYMN.

When shall tb« voice of singing

Flow joyfully along V
When hill and va'ley, ringing

With one triumphant song,
Proclaim the contest ended,

And Him who once was slain,
Again to earth descended,

In rifrhteousness to reign.
Then from the craggy mountains

The sacred shout shall fly ;
And shady vales and fountains

Shall echo the reply.
Hioh tower and lowly dwelling

Shall send the chorus round,
All hallelujahs swelling

In one eternal sound !

174

PENITENCE. 78 & 6s. wm. h. oaklet.

1. Je-sus, let thy pitying eye, Call back a wand'ring sheep

False to thee, like Pe - ter, I Would fain like Pe-ter weep.

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Let me be by grace restor'd : On me be all long suflPring shown,

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175

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Turn and look up - on me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.

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Repentance to impart,
Give me, through thy dying love,

The humble, contrite heart:
Give what I have lon^ implor'd,

A portion of thy grief unknown ;
Turn, and look upon me. Lord,

And break my heart of stone.

S For thine own compassion's sake

The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind thy back.

And wash me white as snow :
If thy bowels now are stirr'd,

If I now myself bemoan.
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.

i See me, Saviour, from above,

Nor suffer me to die !
Life, and happiness, and love.

Drop from thy gracious eye :
Speak the reconciUng word.

And let thy mercy melt me down;
Turn, and look upon me. Lord,

And break my heart of stone.

5 Look, as when thine eye pursu'd

The first apostate man ;
Saw him welt'ring in his blood,

And bade him rise again:
Speak my paradise restor'd,

Redeem me by thy grace alone :
Turn and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.

176 mSSIONARY HYMN. 7s & 68. l. mason.

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They call us to de - liv - er Their land from er - ror's chain.
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Shall we, whose souls are lighted

By wisdom from on high,
Shall we, to men benighted,

The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation ! O Salvation 1

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation.

Has learned Messiah's name.
Waft, waft, ye winds, his storj':

And you, ye waters, roll,
Till like a sea of glory.

It spreads from pole to pole ;
Till o'er our ransomed nature,

The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,

Returns in bliss to reign.

SECOND HYMN.

When shall the voice of singing

Flow joj-fuUy along?
When hill and valley, ringing

With one triumphant song,
Proclaim the contest ended,

And him who once was slzdn.
Again to earth descended.

In righteousness to reign.
Then from the craggy mountains

The sacred shout shall fly ;
And shady vales and fountains

Shall echo the reply.
High tower and lowly dwelling

Shall send the (chorus round.
All hallelujahs swelling

In one eternal sound !

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179

Day of all the week the best ; Emblem of e - ter - nal rest.

From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee.

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Here afford us, Lord, a taste
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Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

May the gospel's joj'ful sound,
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief from all complaints:
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above —
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

SECOND HYMN.

Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang.
When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn.
When the Prince of peace was bom;
Songs of praise arose, when he
Captive led captivity.

Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Borne upon their latest breath.
Songs of praise shall conquer death ;
Then, amid eternal joy.
Songs of praise their powers employ-

ISO Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, l. »uson.

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Peaceful in the grave so low ;
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Thou no more our songs shall know.

3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us,

Here thy loss we deeply feel ;
But 'tis God that hath bereft us ;
He can still our sorrow heal.

4 Yet again we hope to meet thee.

When the day of life is fledj
Then, in heaven, with joy to greet thee,
Wlv re no farewell tear is shed.

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Peace and pardon from the skies.

3 Who may share this great salvation?

Every pure and humble mind ;
Every kindred, tongue and nation,
From the stains of guilt refined.

4 Blessings all around bestowing,

God withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing
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182

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1 O thou God of my salvation,
My Redeemer from all sin ;

Moved by thy divine compassion,
Who hast died my heart to win,

I will praise thee :
Where shall I thy praise begin ?

2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour ;
He hath brought salvation near ;

Manifests his pard'ning favour ;
And when Jesus doth appear,

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Glory to the great I AM,

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Glory ! glory to the Lamb !

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4 Angels now are hov'ring round us,
Unperceived amid the throng;

Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us.
Glad to join the holy song:

Hallelujah,
Love and praise to Christ belong !

THIRD HYMN.

1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace ;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above :
Praise the mount — I'm fix'd upon it ;

Mount of thy redeeming love !

2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer;
Hither by thy help I'm come ;

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Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed his precious blood.

3 O ! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be !

Let thy goodness, like a fetter,

Bind my waad'ring heart to thee :
Prone to wander. Lord, I feel it — '

Prone to leave the God I love ;
Here 's my heart, O take and seal it ;

Seal it for thy courts above.

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1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound ;

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To earth's remotest bound ;
The year of jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom 'd sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
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Ye weary spirits, rest,

Ye mournful souls, be glad ;
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb ;

Redemption in his blood

Throughout the world proclaim ;
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive.

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And blest in Jesus live ;
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

5 Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above.

Shall have it back unbought.
The gift of Jesus' love ;
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

6 The Gospel trumpet hear.
The news of heavenly grace ;

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Before your Saviour's face ;
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

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O God, mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart

Eternal things impress :
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to righteousness.
Before me place, in dread array.
The pomp of that tremendous day,

When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar ;
And tell me, Lord, shall 1 be there,

To meet a joyful doom ?
Be this my one great business here —
With serious industry and fear

Eternal bUss to' ensure ;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,^
And suffer all thy righteous will,

And to the end endure.
Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live

And reign with thee above.
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight.
And hope in full, supreme delight,

And everlasting love.

SKCOND HYMX.

Except the Lord conduct the plan,^
The best concerted schemes are vain,

And never can succeed ;
We spend our wretched strength for nought;
But if our works in thee be wrought.

They shall be blest indeed.
I Lord, if thou didst thyself inspire
Our souls with this intense desire,

Thy goodness to proclaim ;
Thy glory if we now intend,
O let our deeds begin and end

Complete in Jesus' name !

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Far from an evil world retreat.

And all its frantic ways ;
One only thing resolv'd to know.
And square our useful lives below

By reason and by grace,
L O let our love and faith abound!
O let our lives to all around

With purest lustre shine :
That all around our works may see,
And give the glory. Lord, to thee.

The heavenly light divine !

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4 Yes ! — I hasten from you gladly,

From the scenes I love so well :
Far away, ye billows, bear me,
Lovely, native land, farewell !

Pleased, I leave thee.
Far in heathen lands to dwell.

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6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean,

Let the winds my canvass swell ;
Heaves my heart with warm emotion,

While I go far hence to dwell :
Glad, I bid thee,
Native land, Farewell ! Farewell !

SECOND HYMN.

1 Angels, from the realms of glory,

Wing your flight o'er all the earth :
Ye who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah s birth :

Come and worship, —
Worship Christ, the new-born king.

2 Shepherds, in the field abiding,

Watching o'er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing ;
Yonder shines the infant light:

Come and worship, —
Worship Christ, the new-born king

3 Sages, leave your contemplations, —

Brighter visions beam afar ;
Seek the great Desire of nations :
Ye have seen his natal star ;

Come and worship, —
Worship Christ, the new-born king.

4 Saints, before the altar bending,

Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In his temple shall appear :

Come and worship, —
Worship Christ, the new-born king.

5 Sinners, wrung with true repentance,

Doom'd for guilt to endless pains.
Justice now revokes the ^sentence, —
Mercy calls you, — break your chains :
Come and worship, —
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2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit,

Into every troubled breast !
Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find that second rest,
Take away our bent of sinning,

Alpha and Omega be,
End of faith as its beginning.

Set our hearts at liberty.

3 Come, Almighty to deliver,

Let us all thy grace receive.
Suddenly return, and never,

Never more thy temples leave !
Thee we would be always blessing.

Serve thee as thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,

Glory in thy perfect love.

4 Finish then, thy new creation,

Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see thy great salvation,

Perfectly restored in thee !
Changed from glory into glory.

Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before thee,

Lost in wonder, love and praise !

SECOND HYMN.

1 Vain are all terrestrial pleasures ;

Mix'd with dross the purest gold ;
Seek we then for heavenly treasures,—

Treasures never waxing old.
Let our best affections centre

On the things around the throne :
There no thief can ever enter ;

jNIoth and rust are there unknown

2 Earthly joys no longer please us :

Here would we renounce them all ;
Seek our only rest in Jesus, —

Him our Lord and Master call.
Faith, our languid spirits cheering,

Points to brighter worlds above ;
Bids us look for his appearing;

Bids us triumph in his love.

3 May our light be always burning,

And our loins be girded round,
Waiting for our Lord's returning, — •

Longing for the welcome sound.
Thus the Christian life adorning,

Never need \ye be afraid,
Should he come at night or morning,

Early dawn, or evening shade.

200

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1 'Mid scenes of affliction, with sorrow oppressed,
How oft have I sighed for the season of rest,
When no more in this wilderness world I shall roam,
Bat find in the bosom of Jesus, a home.

2 No spot on this earth can give permanent bliss ;
No home for the stranger and pilgrim is this;

But beyond the bright azure, the star-spangled dome.
We'll find in the bosom of Jesus a home.
3 This hope cheers the prospect that's gloomy and drear,
And points to the haven of rest that is near ;
O there in sweet fields of delight we shall roam,
And find in the bosom of Jesus a home.

202

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The weary they welcome, the careless invite.

3 O, how can we slumber ! our foes are awake ;
To ruin poor souls every effort they make ;

To accomplish their object no means are untried ;
The careless they comfort, the wakeful misguide.

4 O, how can we slumber ! when so much was done,
To purchase salvation by Jesus the Son !

Now mercy is proffered, and justice displayed.
Now God can be honored, and sinners be saved.

5 O, how can we slumber ! when death is so near,
And sinners are sinking to endless despair:

Now prayers may avail, and they gain the high prize,
Before they in torment shall lift up their eyes.

6 O, how can we slumber ! ye sinners, look round,
Before the last trumpet your heart shall confound ;
O, fly to the Saviour, he calls you to-day,

While mercy is waiting, O make no delay.

204

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While pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part.

3 I listen'd a moment, then turn'd me to see
What man of compassion this stranger might be !
I saw him, low, kneeling, upon the cold ground,
The loveliest Being that ever was found.

4 So -deep were his sorrows, so fervent his prayers,
That down o'er his bosom roU'd sweat,blood and tears!
I wept to behold him ! — I ask'd him his name.

He answered, '• 'Tis Jesus! from heaven I came!

5 I am thy Redeemer ! for thee I must die ;
The cup is most bitter, but cannot pass by !
Thy sins, like a mountain, are laid upon me ;
And all this deep anguish I suffer for thee."

WHO WOULD LIVE ALWAYS? lis. 205

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Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom :
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise,
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Who, who would live always, away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode.
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns.
Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet ;
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.

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'Tis the music of angels who hasten to bear
My soul o'er the waters to that blessed shore.
A glimpse of bright glory now beams on my sight,
I sink in sweet visions of heaven's dawning light,
Bright spirits are whispering so soft in my ear
Of heaven, sweet heaven! I long to be there.

HAMLIN. 10s & lis. A. D. M. 207

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3 No mortal doth know what he can bestow,
What light, strength, and comfort, go after him, go ;
Lo, onward I move to a city above,

None guesses how wondrous my journey will prove.
Great spoils I shall win from death, hell and sin,
'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ within ;
And when I'm to die, receive me, I'll cry.
For Jesus hath loved me, I cannot tell why.

208

LYONS. 10s & lis.

HAYDN.

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The birds, ■without barn or storehouse, are fed ;
From them let us learn to trust for our bread :
His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied,
So long as 'tis written, — The Lord will provide.
When Satan appears to stop up our path,
And fills us with fear, we triumph by faith ;
He cannot take from us (though oft' he has tried)
The heart-cheering promise, — The Lord will provide.
He tells us we're weak, — our hope is in vain ;
The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain :
But when such suggestions our graces have tried,
This answers all Cjuestions, — The Lord will provide.
No strength of our own, nor goodness we claim :
Our trust is all thrown on Jesus's Name ;
In this our strong tower for safety we hide ;
The Lord is our power, — The Lord will provide.
When life sinks apace, and depth is in view,
The word of his grace shall comfort us through :
Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side.
We hope to die shouting, — The Lord will provide.

KEDRON. lis.

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209

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How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed !
The angels, astonish'd, grew sad at the sight,
And follow'd their Master with solemn delight.

3 O garden of Olivet, thou dear honor'd spot.
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above ;
The trmmph of sorrow, — the triumph of love !

4 Come, saints, and adore him ; come, bow at his feet
O, give him the glory, the praise that is meet;

Let joyful hosannahs unceasing arise,

And join the full chorus, that gladdens the skies.

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210

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Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be,
Wliile streams of salvation are flowing so free.

3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive,
O how can you question, if you will believe ;
If sin is your burden, why will you not come,

Tis he bids you welcome, he bids you come home.

4 In riches, in pleasures, what can you obtain,
To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain !
To bear up your spirit when summon'd to die,
Or waft you to mansions of glory on high.

5 Why will you b§ starving and feeding on air ?
There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare;

If still you are doubting, make trial and see, '^

And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.

6 Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour your heart,
And trusting in heaven we never shall part ;

O, how can we leave you ? why will you not come ?
We'll journey together, and soon be at home.

SAINT'S HOME. 10s & lis.

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1. Mid scenes of con - fu - sion and crea - ture complaints,

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The pleasures of earth, I have seen fade away,
They bloom for a season, but soon they decay,
But pleasures more lasting, in Jesus are given,
Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven.
Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms !
The Saviour invites me, I'll go to his arms ;
At the banquet of mercy, I hear there is room,
O there mav I feast with his children at home.

212

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Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.

3 Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen.

The star that on Israel shone :
Say, if in your tents my Beloved has been,
And where with his flock he has gone ?

4 His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet.

Is heard through the shadow of death ;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet.
The air is perfumed with his breath.

5 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,

To water the gardens of grace ;
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know.
And bask in the smiles of his face.

6 He looks, and ten thousand of angels rejoice.

And myriads wait for his word ;
He speaks, and eternity filled with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

214 THE LORD WILL PROVIDE.

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4 The Lord has become our salvation and song,
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His name we will praise while he lends us our breath-
Be cheerful in life and be happy in death.

WHITMAN. 7s.

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3 Thou our faithful hearts prepare :
Thou thy pard'ning grace declare
Thou that hast for sinners died.
Show thyself the Crucified !

4 All the power of sin remove ;
Fill us with thy perfect love ;
Stamp us with the stamp divine ;
Seal our souls forever thine.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Lord of hosts ! to thee we raise
Here a house of prayer and praise ;
Thou thy people's hearts prepare,
Here to meet for praise and prayer.

2 Let the living here be fed

With thy word, the heavenly bread :
Here, in hope of glory blest,
May the dead be laid to rest.

3 Here to thee a temple stand,
While the sea shall gird the land :
Here reveal thy mercy sure,
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4 Hallelujah ! — earth and sky
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Prayer and praise till time shall end.

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HEAVEN BIDS THEE COIME. 6s & 4s. 217

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SECOND HYMN.

1 Child of sin and sorrow,
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Let both the Saviour's love proclaim —
Forever worthy is the Lamb
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FORTITUDE. 8s & 7s, a. d. m. 218

1 . What tho' the clouds of doubt a-rlse, And fierce temptations meet our eyes,
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All thy sins shall be forgiven,

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O that each from his Lord may receive the glad word,

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THE PILaRIM'S HOME. lis. s. h. 227

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And find in the bosom of Jesus, a home .

SECOND HYMN.

1 O Jesus, ray Saviour, to thee I submit;
With love and thanksgivinsc fall down at thy ffeet;
In sacrifice offer my soul, flesh, and blood;
Thou art my Redeemer who brought me to God.

2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, my love ;

1 love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, niy dove;
I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know,
But how much I love thee, I never can show.

3 I'm happy, I'm happy, O wondrous account!
My joys are immortal, I stand on the mount I
I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there.
With Jesus and angels, my kindred so dear.

4 0 Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am blest!
My life and salvation, my joy and my rest!
Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my song,
Thy grace shall inspire both my heart and my tongue.

5 O who's like my Saviour? He's Salem's bright King;
He smiles, and he loves me, and learns me to sing;
I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud and shrill.
While rivers of pleasure my spirit doth fill.

228

THE SINNER'S INVITATION. 6s&7s.

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Nor be fear'd for the morrow.

He's prepared thee a home-
Sinner canst thou believe it?
And invites thee to come,
Sinner wilt thou receive it ?
O come, sinner come.
For the tide is receding
And the Saviour will soon,
And forever oease pleading.

THE FAITHFUL SENTINEL. lls&12s.229

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" Tell my brethren for me, that I died at my post.*"

4 He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse ;
He asked not that fame should his merits rehearse ;
But he asked as a boon, when he gave up the ghost,
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5 Victorious his fall — for he rose as he fell,
With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell ;

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For he fell like a martyr — he died at his post.

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230

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And trees of hfe forever grow,

With mercy crowned.

3 There dwells the Lord our King,

The Lord our Righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,

The Prince of Peace.
With him they all shall stand,

Who trust his sacred name :
And in that glorious, happy land,

Forever reign.

SECOND HYMN.

1 The God of Abraham praise, —

At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys

At thy right hand ;
I all on earth forsake.

Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And him my only portion make,

My shield, and tower.

2 The God who reigns on high.

The great archangels sing ;
And "Holy, holy, holy," cry.

Almighty King !
Who was and is the same,

And evermore shall be ;
Jehovah, Father, great I AM,

We worship thee."

3 Before the Saviour's face.

The ransomed nations bow ;
O'erwelmed at his almighty grace,

Forever new ;
He shows his prints of love, —

They kindle to a flame !
And sound through all the worlds above,

The slaughtered Lamb.

4 The whole triumphant host

Give thanks to God on high ;
« Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost "

They ever cry.
Hail, Abraham's God, and mine !

(I join the heavenly lays,)
All might and majesty are thine.

And endless praise.

232

EXULTATION.

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And with sinning to Sion re - turn. And with sinmnj; to Sion return.

2 We have laid up our love, and our treasure above,
Though our bodies continue below :

The redeem'd of our Lord, We remember his word,
And with singing to Paradise go.

3 With singing we praise, The original grace,
By our heavenly Father bestow'd ;

Our being receive From his bounty^ and live
To the honour and glory of God.

4 For thy glory we are. Created to share
Both the nature and kingdom divine ;
Created again, That our souls may umaia
In time and eternity thine.

I'M A TRAVELLER. n. billings. 233

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1. I'm a lonely trav'ler here, Weary, oppress'd ; But my journey's end is near ; Soon 1 shall rest:

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Where no tears shall ever fall,

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Where the glory is for all,

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Where all is fair ;
Farewell all I've loved below;

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Worldly honors, hopes, and gain,

All I resign ;
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If heaven be mine.

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Upward's my way ;
Yonder is my rest and lot;

I cannot stay.
Farewell earthly pleasures all ;

Pilgrim I'll roam ;
Hail me not; in vain you call;

Yonder's my home.

234

JOYFULLY.

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3 Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low,
Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow,
Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb ;
Joyfully, joyfully will I go home.
Bright will the morn of eternity dawn,
Death shall be banished, his sceptre be gone;
Joyfully then shall I witness his doom,
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.

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SECOND HYMN.

Happy the spirit released from its clay ;
Happy the soul that goes bounding away ;
Singing, as upward it hastes to tlie skies,
Victory! victory! homeward I rise.
Many the toils it has pass'd through below.
Many the seasons of trial and wo ;
Many the donbtings it never should sing.
Victory ! victory ! thus on the wing.

How can we wish them recall'd from their home.

Longer in sorrowing exile to roam ?

Safely they pass'd from their troubles beneath.

Victory ! victory ! shouting in death.

Thus let them slumber, till Christ from the skies,

Bids them in glorified body arise ;

Singing, as upward they spring from the tomb,

Victory ! victory ! Jesus hath come !

236

HERE IS NO REST.

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Here is no rest, here is no rest ;
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COSTELLOW. L. M. costellow. 237

1. Lo! round the throne, a glorious band, The saints in countless myrids stand;
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That holy saints and martyrs trod ;
Wajje to the end the glorioas strife ,
And win, like them, a crown of life.

SECOND HYMX.

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The fulness of thy promise prove,
The seal of thine eternal love ?

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A poor blind child I wander here,
If haply I may feel thee near :

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Amidst the blaze of gospel day.

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And cast the world and flesh behind ;
Thou, only thou, to me be given,
Of all thou hast in earth or heaven.

When from the arm of flesh set free,
Jesus, my soul shall fly to thee :
Jesus, when I have lost my all,

1 shall upon thy bosom fall.

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EXPERIENCE.

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Cheerless unbelief, Filled my laboring soul with grief;
What shall give relief? What shall give peace?

3 1 then turned to thy Gospel, Lord, From folly away,

I then trusted thy holy word, That taught me to pray ;
Here I found release, Weary spirit here found rest,
Hope of endless bliss, Eternal day.

4 I will praise now, my heavenly king, I'll praise and adore;
The heart's richest tribute bring. To thee, God of power ;
And in heaven above, Saved by thy redeeming love,
Loud the strains shall move, Forevermore.

WANDERER, HASTEN HOME. j. b. Packard. 239

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2. Hark! the bell to prayer is calling, Wanderer come, In God's house with

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CALVARY.

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ha - lo of glo - ry, That beams from til 2 cross of the cru-ci-fied One;

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But firm in the midst of his jewels hei! set thee,
Etvgraved on the innermost shrine of his heart.
And we trust that our hearts are in unison hiended

With Him, who has conquered both hell and the grave ;
And we'll pray, till around the wide world is extended,

The sceptre of Him, who is mighty to save.

3 Behold, far away ! how the darkness is rolling !

The mantle of night is dispelled by the day ;
And He, who the prince of this world is controlling,

Shall sweep the destroyer full swiftly away.
Then those days shall be seen, of which in devotion,

The saints and the prophets in vision once dreamed ;
When the clefts of the main, and the isles of the ocean,

Shall echo the sung of a people redeemed.

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'hen for eternal worlds we steer, And seas are calm, and skies are cleai
And faith in lively ex-er - cise, And distant hills of Canaan rise.

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Vain world, adieu.
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More eagar all her powers expand ;
With steady helm, and free bent sail,
Her anchor drops within the vail ;
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And her celestial sonnet sings,
Glory to God.

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THE CHARIOT.

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From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north,
AH the vast generations of men are come forth !

4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met !
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word.

5 0 mercy ! O mercy ! look down from above,
Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love!
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven,
May our justified souls find a welcome in heaven!

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244

CRUCIFICTION.

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Bleeding Jesus, blessed Saviour, Now reigns on high.

5 Now in heaven he's interceding For dying man,
Soon he'll finish all his pleading, And come again,

6 When he comes, a voice from heav'n Shall pierce the tomb,

*' Come, ye blessed of my Father, Children, come home."

LOVELL.

Word by R«t. J. N. MAFFITT.

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3 0 take me from this world of woe,
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And all the air is love :
My sister spirits wait for me,
And Jesus bids me come :
O, steer my bark to that fair land,
For Heaven is my home.

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IT IS L

S. HUBBARD.

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quell, Je - sus whispered, ''Fear not, it is I, it is I."

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And his voice shall be near in each troublous time,
Saying, "Be not afraid, it is I, it is I."

When the spirit is broken with sickness or sorrow,

And comfort is ready to die ;
The darkness shall pass, and in gladness to-morrow,
The wounded complete consolation shall borrow

Fr^m his life-giving word, "It is I, it is I."

When death is at hand, and the cottage of clay

Is left with a tremulous sigh,
The gracious forerunner is smoothing the way
For its tenant to pass to unchangeable day.

Saying, "Be not afraid, it is I, it is I."

When the waters are passed, and the glories unknown

Burst forth on the wondering eye,
The compassionate " Lamb in the midst of the throne "
Shall welcome, encourage, and comfort his own,

And say, "Be not afraid, it is I, it is I."

248 MARY'S TEARS. CM. Arranged ^r this work.

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And the lover of sinners adore.

Jesus all the day long

Was my joy and my song ;
O that all his salvation might see :

He hath lo\'ed me, I cried.
He hath suffered and died,

To redeem such a rebel as me.

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As if filled with the fullness of God.

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I'm weary, I'm weary ; O why should I stay ?
My friends are now gone, in the cold grave they lay ;
Their voices of kindness once fell on mine ear,
Like songs of the morning, in melody clear.

I'm weary, I'm weary ; my early sweet home
Is trodden by strangers, I wander alone !
The gaze of the stranger, so piercing and cold,
Is all I now meet in this once sunny world.

I'm weary, I'm weary ; I sigh for a home,
A mansion of glory, where sorrows ne'er come —
AMiere streams of salvation unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.

SECOND HYMN.

1 I'm weary of sighing, O fain would I rest,

In the far distant land of the pure and the blest,
"Where sin can no longer her blandishments spread;
And tears and temptations forever are fled.

2 I'm weary of hoping where hope is untrue,

As fair, but as fleeting as morning's bright dew •
I long for the land whose blest promise alone,
Is changless and sure as eternity's throne.

3 I'm weary of loving what passes away,
The sweetest, the dearest, alas, do not stay ;

I long for that land where those partings are o'er.
And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more.

4 I'm weary, my Saviour, of greiving thy love,
O, when shall I rest in thy presence above ;
I'm weary, but 0, never let me repine,

While thy changless love, and thy promise are mine.

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1. "Are we al - most there? are we al - most there ?" Savs the

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4 He is waiting to hear the trumpet sound,

And to meet his Saviour in the air ;
The day-star dawns— soon with joyous bound,

He can say indeed — '* We are almost there"

GLORIOUS TREASURE.

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How vain, how fleeting, how transitory !
This world with all its pomp and show,
Its vain delights and delusive pleasures,
I gladly leave them all below ;
But grace and glory shall be my story,
While I in Jesus such beauties see.
While endless ages are onward rolling,
This heavenly portion mine shall be.
This earthly house shall be dissolved,
And mortal Ufe shall soon be o'er —
All earthly cares and earthly sorrows
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HOME IN HEAVEN.

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A home in heaven ! what a joyful thought,
As the poor man toils in his weary lot !
His heart opprest, and with anguish driven,
From his home below, to his home in heaven.

2 A home in heaven ! as the sufferer lies
On his bed of pain, and uplifts his eyes,
To that bright home ; what a joy is given,
With the blessed thought of his home in heaven.

3 A home in heaven ! when our pleasures fade.
And our wealth and fame in the dust are laid ;
And strength decays, and our health is riven,
We are happy still with our home in heaven.

4 A home in heaven ! when our friends are fled
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We wait in hope on the promise given,

.To meet them all in our home in heaven.

5 A home in heaven ! when the wheel is broke,
And the golden bowl by the terror-stroke ;
When life's bright sun sinks in death's dark even,

We will then fly up to our home in heaven.

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And the Spirit, joined with the bride, say " Come ! "
Come, seek his face, and your sins forgiven,
And rejoice in hope of your home in heaven.

256

ALL IS WELL.

C. DINQLEY.

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ball the King of glo-ry see. All is well, All is well,
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They're round my bed, they're in my room,
They wait to waft my spirit home.

All is well. All is well.

4 Hark, hark ! my Lord, my Lord and Master calls me.

All is well. All is well.
I soon shall see, shall see his face in glory.

All is well. All is well,
Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu !
I can no longer stay with you,
Jly glittering crown appears in view.

All is well. All is well.

5 Hail, hail, all hail ! all hail, ye blood-washed throng,

Saved by grace, saved by grace,
I've come to join, to join your rapturous song,
Saved by grace, saved by grace.
All, all is peace and joy divine,
All heaven and glory now are mine ;
O, hallelujah to the Lamb.

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258

THE FAMILY BIBLE.

Words by
OsNBRAL Morris.

1. This book is all that's left me now! Tears will unbidden start;

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And speak of what these pages said,

In tones my heart would thrill !
Tho' they are with the silent dead, -

Here they are living still.

3 My father read this holy book

To brothers, sisters dear —
How calm was my poor mother's look,

Who loved God's word to hear :
Her angel face — I see it yet !

What thronging memories come !
Again that little group is met

Within the walls of home.

4 Thou truest friend man ever knew.

Thy constancy I've tried ;
Where all were false I've found thee true,

My counsellor, and guide.
The mines of earth no treasure give.

That could this volume buy —
In teaching me the way to live,

It tausrht me how to die.

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1 , 5 Wake the sonor of Ju - bi - lee,
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SECOND HYMN,

Who are these array'd in white.

Brighter than the noon-day sun V
Foremost of the sons of light ;

Nearest the eternal throne ?
These are they that bore the cross ;

Nobly for their Master stood ;
Suff 'rers in his righteous cause ;

Foll'wers of the dying God.

Out of great distress they came :

Wash'd their robes,by faith, below
In the blood of yonder Lamb, —

Blood that washes white as snow ;
Therefore are they next the throne ;

Serve their Maker day and night ;
God resides among his own,

God doth in his saints delight.

THIRD HYMN.

Hasten, Lord, the glorious time,

When, beneath Messiah's sway,
Every nation, every chme,

Shall the gospel call obey.
^Mightiest kings his power shall own ;

Heathen tribes his Name adore ;
Satan and his host, o'erthrown.

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Then shall wars and tumults cease ;

Then be banish 'd grief and pain;
Righteousness, and joy, and peace,

Undisturb'd, shall ever reign.
Bless we, then, our gracious Lord ;

Ever praise his glorious Name ;
All his mighty acts record, —

All his wondrous love proclaim.

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GOD IS LOVE.

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This song repeat, repeat, ye saints in glory,

God is Love !
And saints on earth shout back the pleasing story,
God is Love !
In this let earth and heaven agree,
To sound his love both full and free,
And let the theme forever be,
God is Love !

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And Providence unites her voice, exclaiming,
God is Love !
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To every soul both far and near,
God is Love !

4 This heavenly love all round is sweetly flowing,
God is Love !
And in my heart the sacred fire is glowing,
God is Love !
That God is Love I know full well ;
And had I power his love to tell,
With loudest notes my song should swell ;
God is Love !

The love of God is now my greatest pleasure,

God is Love !
And while I live, I'll ask no other treajsure ;
God is Love !
This theme shall be my song below.
And when to glory I shall go,
This strain eternally shall flow, —
God is Love !

264

COME AT THE SAVIOUR'S CALL.

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Sinners, turn, sinners, turn, make Christ your choice ;

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Our compass is the Sacred Word,
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Our cable is victorious Faith,
And will the storm endure.

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But are you not afraid some storm
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Our Father's at the helm.

CHORUS.

We've looked astern, and many a toil
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The land appears in view.

CHORUS.

The sun is up, the clouds are gone
The heavens above are clear ;

A city bright appears in sight,
We're getting round the pier,

CHORUS.

And when we all are landed safe

On that Celestial Plain,
Our song shall be, "Worthy the Lamb,

For rebel sinners slain !"

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Jesus desoenderl from above,

Our loss of Eden to retrieve ;
Great God of universal love.

If all the world tlirou<zh thee may live,
In us a quick'ninj; Spirit be,
And witness thou hast died for me.

Thou lovincf, all-atoning Lamb,

Thee by thy painful a^rony,
Thy bloody sweat, thy cri'ief and shame,

Thy cross and passion on the tree,
Thy precious death and life — I pray
Take all, take all my sins away.

O let me kiss thy bleedincj i'eet,

And bathe and wash them with my tears ;
The story of thy love repeat

In every drooping sinner's ears ;
That all may hear the quick'nin^ sound ;
Since I, even I have mercy found.

O let thy love my heart constrain,

Thy love for every sinner feel,
That every fallen son of man ;

May taste the grace that found out me ;
That all mankind with me may prove, .
Thy sovereign, everlasting love.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Jesus, thou sov'reign Lord of all, —

The same through one eternal day,—
Attend thy feeblest foll'wer's call.

And O, instruct us how to pray 1
Pour out the supplicating grace.
And stir us up to seek thy face.

2 We cannot think a gracious thought,

We cannot feel a good desire.
Till thou, who callest worlds from naught,

The power into our hearts inspire ;
And then we in the Spirit groan.
And then we give thee back thine owe.

8 Come in thy pleading Spirit down

To us who for thy coming stay ;

Of all thy gifts we ask but one, —

We ask the constant power to pray :
Indulge us, Lord, in this request,
Thou canst not then deny the rest.

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Was reecho'd on earth, throujih the regions around,

In the accents of heavenly love,
Where the Spirit descended, in tokens of flame,

The rich <iifts of his grace to reveal,
Where apostles wrought signs in Immanuel's name.

The truth of their mission to seal.
They have gone — the glad heralds of mercy have gone

To the land where the martyrs once bled ;
Where the" Beast and False Prophet" have since trodden doTTii

The fair fabric that Zion had laid ;
Where the churches, once planted, and water'd, and blest

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Have been smitten, despoil'd, and by heathen possess'd;

And the places that knew them, ilefil'd.
They have gone — O, thou Shepherd of Israel — have gone

The glad mission in love to restore ;
Thou wilt not forsake them, nor leave them alone ;

Thy blessing we humbly implore.

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And gaze on each star as it twinkling peeps
Through that bending willow which lonely weeps
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Through that bending willow, O'er my Mother's grave.

2 I love to kneel on the green turf there,
Afar from the scenes of my daily care,

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O'er my Mother's grave, &<c.

3 I still remember how oft she led.

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That I might be his when the clod Avas spread,
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4 I love to think how 'neath the ground
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She'll slumber no more when the trump shall sound,
O'er my Mother's grave, <fcc.

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O, brothers how the heart grows weary, Sighing for the blest ones at home.

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How many precious hours I've squander'd,

How many mercies scorn'd !
When seeking sin's delusive pleasures,

Wretched was I ;
But now my heart has found a treasure,

There with the blest ones on hi»li.
AU without is dark and dreary,

Kverywhere I roam.
O, brothers, how the heart grows weary,

Sighing for the blest ones at home !

3- One hour ther^ is forever bringing

Memories of love ;
*Twas when my sighs were changed to singing

Of the blest ones above.
When shall I see my Saviour reigning

On his white throne ?
When will be hush'd my heart's complaining.

There Avith the blest ones at home ?
All till then is dark and dreary.

Everywhere I roam.
O, brothers, ho^y the heart grows weary^

Lctfifing for th« blest ones at home!

378 No. 1.

CHANT.

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1 Faith is the brightest evidence Of things be- J yond our | sight ;

It pierces through the vail of sense, And | dweUs in | heavenly | light.

2 It sets time past in present view, Brings distant | prospects | home.
Of things a thousand years ago, Or | thousand \ years to | come.

3 By faith we know the world was made By | God's ah.mighty | word ;
We know the heaven and earth shall fade, And | be a- | gain re- | stored.

4 Abraham obeyed the Lord's command, From his own | country | driven ;
By faith he sought a promised land, But | found his | rest in | heaven.

5 Thus through life's pilgrimage we stray. The ] promise.-in our | eye ;
By faith we walk the narrow way, That [ leads to ) joy on | high.

No. 2.

CHANT.

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1 The Lord is my shepherd ; I | shall not | want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures ; he leadeth me beside the
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2 He restoreth my soul ; he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his |

name's — ] sake.
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no evil ; for thou art with me ; thy rod and thy staff they | com-fort | me.

3 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies ; thou

anointest my head with oil ; my | cup..runneth | over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life ; and I
wiU dwell in the house of the Lord, for- 1 ev — j er. |j A- 1 men.

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2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land With threatening | aspect | roar !
The Loid uplifts his awful hand, And | chains you | to the | shore.

8 Howl! winds of night! your force combine! Without his | high be- j best,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Dis- | turb the | sparrow's | nest.

4 His voice sublime is heard afar. In distant | peals it | dies ;

He yokes the whirlwinds to his car, And | sweeps the | howling | skies.

5 Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend ; Ye monarchs | wait his | nod,
And bid the choral song ascend To I cele- I brate our I God.

No. 4.

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2 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved. He that keepeth thee | will not |

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Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall not | slumber, .nor | sleep.

3 The Lord is thy keeper; the Lord is thy shade upon thy | right — ] hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the | moon by | night.

4 The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil ; he shall pre- | serve thy J soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in, from this time

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For me to intercede ;

His all-redeeminp; love.

His precious blood to plead ;
His blood aton'd for all our race.
And sprinkles now the throne of grace

3 Five bleedinfj wounds he bears,
Receiv'd on Calvary;

They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me ;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransom'd sinner die I

4 The Father hears him pray,
His dear anointed One :

He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son :
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconcil'd,

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He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear.
With confidence I now draw nigh,
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He lives, to plead for me above ;
He lives, my hungry soul to feed-,
He lives, to help in time of need.

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3 He lives, and grants me daily breath :
He lives, and I shall conquer death ;
He lives, my mansion to prepare ;
He Uves, to bring me safely there.

I'm happy, &c.

4 He lives, all glory to his name ;

He lives, my Saviour, still the same ;
"What joy the blest assurance gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives.

I'm happy, &c.

5 He lives, my kind and gracious friend ;
He lives, and loves me to the end ;

He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King ;
He lives, and while he lives, I'll sing.

I'm happy. &c.

INDEX OF TUNES.

LONG METRE.

Atonement 16

Bridgewater 12

Complaint 24

Communion 38

Devotion 18

Darwen , 225

Duke Street 26

Duane Street ..34

Happy Day 14

Hebron 28

How Blest the Place 30

Hamburg 31

I'm Going Home 40

Incarnation 6

Intercession 281

I know that my 282

Omnipotence 37

Rockingham 8

Russia 32

R-jsurrection 39

Rest 36

Saybrook 23

Submission 11

The Corner Stone 20

The Backslider 10

Tildon 42 43

The Dream. 138

The Mercy Seat 17 ,

Costellow 237

Windham 4

Wells 7

COMMON METRE.

Adoration 95

Arlington 70

And thou alas 100

Antioch 113

Acton 117

Biilerma 90

Bangor 104

Broomssjrove 184

Cambridge , 64

China 74

Coming Home 76

Colby 92

Coronation 98

Come my Saviour 11(5

Deliirht 79

Dundee 108

Dedham 115

Decision 88

Exhortation 62

Emmons 86

Friendship * ••45

Fountain 101

Funeral Thought 105

Golden Chain 56

Hallowell 82

Heber 94

lyield 67

I have no Father th^re 68

Jerusalem 84

Mansfield 44

Mercy's Call 47

Marlow 80

Majesty 102

Mear 114

Marv's Tears 248

Northfield 109

Paradise 60

Peterboro 78

Redem ption 91

St. Martins 106

Silonm 112

Solitude 77

Singing Glorv • 65

Tilton 40

The narrow way 51

The calm retreat 58

Triumph 59

The Well of Life 66

The Prodigal's Return 110

There is an hour of HI

Turner 52

Union 72

Woodstock 50

When I can read my 96

Woodland 54

We'll stem the storm 185

SHORT METRE.

America • 118

A viesbury 135

Bovlston ....128

Concord 130

Fletcher 120

Forever with the Lord 137

Golden Hill 126

Invitation 122

Kentucky 125

Little Marlboro 124

Laban 127

Lisbon 129

Lord of the harvest 133

Living Waters 135

Olmntz 136

Silver Street 132

Watchman 121

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INDEX OP TUNES,

L. P. M.

Brighton 110

Defence. 143

Wesley 144

Eden Regained 258

C. P. M

Celestial Hill UG

Ganges 148

Meribah 150

Hedding 194

Salutation 152

The new Song '. 154

S. P. M.

Dalston 156

Friend after friend 22

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Boston 159

Bright and joyful 163

Falmouth 169

Jubilee 261

Love feast 160

Nuremburg 162

Sinners turn 164

Sabbath Morn 178

Wilmot ■ 158

Whitman 215

Ts & 6d.

Mary at the Saviour's 168

Millenial Dawn 172

Missionary Hymn 176

0 when shall I see 167

Penitence 174

Secret Prayer 165

The Pearl ..166

The rising Day 170

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Disciple 182

Greenville 186

Ocean 181

Passing Away 188

Sister thou wast 180

Love divine 198

Fortitude 219

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Haddam / 189

Lenox 190

Lischer 192

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When shall I see 216

Heaven bids thee come 217

Christian Racer 142

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Conqaest 218

8s. 78 & 48.

Native land 196

2ion 224

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Dulcimer 212

Edinburg 200

Gethsemane 204

Hamlin 207

Kedvon 209

Lyons 208

O Turn ye 210

Saint's Home 211

The Lord will provide 214

The Faithful Sentinel 229

Why sleep ye 202

Who would live 205

What Seraph-like 206

P. M.

Unity 220

Perkinsville 222

O how he loves 223

Come let us anew 226

The Pilgrim's Home 227

The Sinner's Invitation 228

Portland 230

Exultation ..232

I'm a traveller 233

Joyfully 234

Here is no rest 236

Experience 2:^8

Wanderer hasten 239

Calvary 240

Sonnet 241

The Chariot 242

Song of Moses 213

Crucifixion 2 14

Lovell 245

ItisI 246

There are angels 249

To-Dav the Saviour 249

Ptapture 250

I'm weary 251

Are we almost there 252

Glorious treasure 253

Home in Heaven 254

All is well 256

The Family Bible 258

Soldiers of the Cross 260

God is love 262

Come at the Saviour's.*.. 264

Those evening Bells 265

The Gospel Ship 266

Palestine 270

Far awav 3

The Christian Soldier 272

My Mother's Grave 274

The Blestones .....276

Glory to the Lamb 280

Chants 278 279

INDEX OF HYMNS.

A-v^rake Jerusalem. • • 13

Am I a soldier 59 97

And let this feeble 60

Alas and did • 67

And must 1 be to. 104

Afflictions thoujih 110

And let our bodies part. 124

A charge to keep. 125

And can I yet • • 129

And are we yet 135

And wilt thou 135

And am I onlv • ■ • 148

Arise my soul. 281 190 192

Angels from the. ••••197

Are we almost.. 252

A home in heaven. 255

As near to Calvary. 6

Away on the 276

Away from his. • • • 229

All hail the power. 99

Ah ! whither should. 121

Before Jehovah's. 31

Blest be the dear.. 72

Behold the sure 85

Before thy mercy seat. 89

Behold the Saviour of 91

By cool Siloam's. 112

Be it my only. 1 54

Bright and joyful. 163

Blest be the tie 129

Blow ye the. 191

Come sinners to. 1 2 28

Comfort ye ministers. 85

Come, O my soul. 37

Come Holy Spirit. 52

Come, O thou all. 63

Come let us who 70

Come let us use. 71

Cotne humble sinner. 88

Come let us join. 107 117

Come ye that love 122 130

Come on my. 146 150

Come and let us. 160

Christ the Lord. 1 64

Come ye sinners. 186 188

Come ye that love 184

Come thou fount 187

Child of sin 217

Come let us anew 226

Come at the Saviour's. 264

Come away to the. 232

Did Christ o'er. 125

Depth of Mercy 163

Eternal Power. 27

Except the Lord. 195

Equip me for 134

Fountain of life. 66

From every stormy. 17

From all that dwell 19 27

Far from my 25

Forever here my 47 92

Far from the world 58

Father I stretch. 80

Far from these. 119 133

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Far from mortal. 181

Farewell vain world. '• • 222

From the cross. 162

Faith is the. 278

Give me the the wings 109

Grace His a. 132

Great is the Lord 134

Good news. 240

Go when the 165

God moves. 114

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Glory to the Lamb 280

Ueve o'er the. 2^6

How sweet, how 56

Hail sweei est. 45

How happy every 57

How large the. 73

Happ> the Spirit. 23r>

How sad our state 90

How vain are all 104

How sweet the name. 112

How do thy. 9

How beauteous are. 1 23

How can a sinner 124

Help Lord, to. 149

How sweet the promise. 17

How happy is 151

How happy gracious. 155

How pleasant 'tis 156

Hasten sinner 158

How blest the 70

How lost was. 171

Hark ! how the. 218

Hark ! those bells. 239

Hasten Lord 261

How sweet to leave. 38

How cheering the 200

Ho ! every one. 34

How tedious. 49

He dies, the 39

I thirst thou. 5

I love to stay 274

I love to steal 58 77

I saw a wide. 68

I want a principle 90

I'll praise my • • • • 1 44

I would not live. 205

I'm a lonely 233

I will lift up 279

I have sought 238

I travel through 41

I know that my • • • • 28^

I long to behold 48

It was not sleep • 138

I love this pure. 260

I'm weary 251

Jesus my all 14

Jesus thy blood 16

Jesus and shall. 26

Jesus where'er thy. 37

Jesus the life 51 108

Jesus united by 71

Jerusalem my nappy 84 86

Jesus the name. 93

Jesus if still 142

Joy to the world 113

Jesus we look. 127

Jesus we thus. 1 28

Jesus my truth. 136

Jesus thou soul 147

Jesus, lover of 169

Jesus let thy. 1 74

Jesus I my cross. 182

Jesus all redeeming. 215

Joyfully, joyfully. 234

Jesus died on. 244

Jesus shall reign 23

Jesus shall it. 26

Jesus from whom. 11

Lord how secure. 8 29

Lo ! round the 9

Lord I despair .•••13

Lord we are. 32

Let every tongue. 55 107

Lit every mortal. 73 81 107

Loril in the morning. 78

Lord I believe a. 61 94

Let all ulio truly 1 28

Lord of the 1 33

Lord we come 1 58

Love divine 198

Lord of hosti. 215

Lo ! on a narrow 194

Lord, whom winds. 159

Lo ! round the 237

My Maker and. 121

My hope, my 29

My opening eyes. 36

My heavenly home 40

Mv God, the 53

My Saviour, my. 64 108

My span of life 105

My soul be on 1 20

Mary to the. 168

'Mid scenes of 201 227

' Mid scenes of confusion • • 211

Mortals awake. 103

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O what has Jesus • 45

O turn ye 210

O, 1 have roam'd. 245

O Jesus full of '-733

O tliou who 9

O spirit of. 9

O that my load 11

O happy day 15

O for a glance 27

On Jordan's. 46 62 102

O joyful sound. 50

O who in such. 66

Once more my. 78

O for a closer. 79

O 'tis delight. 79

O for a breeze. 116 83

O land of rest 87

O for that. 95

O for a thousand. 98

O for a heart. .1 06

O God our help. 114

O that I could. 126

O where shall rest. 137

O ^when shall I 167

O thou God 187

O tell me no 207

O thou in. 212

On the mountain's 224

() how happy. 250

Once I thought 162

O Jesus my 227

O the wondrous. 243

O for that. 72

O Lord another. • • • 50

Plunged in a 101

Prayer is 31

Ride forth. 109

Return my soul 36

Religion is. 253

Run, Christian 142

Return, O. 10

Stay thou. .•.•••• 5

Show J)ity. 4

Shall I for fear. 7

Sinner, O why. 16 38

Sweet is, the 18

Spare us, O. 24

Sinners the voice 47 89

Salvation O 64

Shepherd divine 94

Sweet day, so. 1 00

Sweet was the 115

See Jesus.. 115

See sinners in. ] 41

Sinners turn. 1 64

Safely through. 178

Songs of praise 179

Sister thou.. 180

Sinner go, will. 228

To-day the. .249

This corner stone. 20

The vernal flowers. 44

There is an hour • 54 111

There is a land 87

The Gospel, O. 55

Thou art the way. 59

That awful day 75

The dav has come 76

Try us'O God 81

Thou dear Redeemer 86

Thee we adore. 95 105

There is a fountain. 101

The praving Spirit 126

The hilfof Zion. 118 131

There is a home 3

The Lord my Shepherd 136

The Lord my pasture. 140

The Lord Jehovah 157

The pearl that. 166

The Lord our 279

The gloomy night 1 70

The Lord is our. 278

The morning li-jht 172

The Lord JehoVah. 189

This life's a dream. 42

Though troubles. 208

Thou sweet gliding 209

The Lord is our 214

The God of Abraham. 231

Though nature's strength 230

The Chariot 242

Therf> are Angels 249

This book is all 258

Those evening bells. • • • 265

They have gone. 270

Thou Loz'd on 143

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There is a glorious. 117

The Lord my. 120

There is a friend. 223

Vain are all 199

Vain man thy. 74

When I survey. 13

What poor. 51

With joy we. • -70

Why should our ^ • • 75

What sinners. 43

When all thy.. 80

When I can read. 96

While shepherds 99

With jov we... 100 107

When shall thy 126

Welcome sweet 132

Would Jesus have. 268

Where shall my. 145

What sound is 152

Watchman tell us 159

Who are these. 161

When shall the. 173 177

Why sleep ye. 20^

While nature was *204

What seraph-like. 206

When shall 1 216

Why that soul's.. 217

What though the. • • 21 9

W'hen shall we 220

When for the. - .•••241

When the storm. 246

While life. 225

Were not the 248

What's this that. 256

Wake the song. 261

What sound is. 262

What vessel are 266

When gracious Lord. 237

Ye wretched. 82

Yes my native. 196

Ye fearful. 119

Ye valiant soldiers, 27?

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